I had decided to remain at home and catch up with the posts on the MMFW that really brought out some interesting and long awaited trends in fashion, but didn’t really expect another precious talent to pass away in this January 2016.
Ettore Scola died yesterday at 84 and this afternoon, instead of reporting to you on my opinions on fashion, I’m going to watch his movies eventually being broadcast on Rai1 and feel some nostalgia for my country and its culture, for those days my grandparents told me so much about that are definitely gone together with their epic poet and that sometimes I regret I didn’t live myself.
Who Scola was there’s no need to tell, you’ll find tenths of obituaries online.
My grandma – who actually brought me up – was a great fan of his movies. She herself was quite a Scola’s kind of woman: her beauty and cheekiness were mind numbing, a mother or 5 and wife to a staff officer she was outgoing and fascinating and yet so very whimsical and naive sometimes… She definitely didn’t go unnoticed. Actually reminded me a little bit of Antonietta, the Sophia Loren’s character in the 1977 Golden Globe winning and Oscar candidate “A special day”.
Scola’s characters were so very true. He definitely didn’t mind getting his hands dirty with all the filth of our (Italian) national vices and defects, small mindedness, pettiness, collective wisdom and grandeur. Sorrentino for instance owes Scola very much of that disillusioned storytelling and atmosphere that got his “La grande bellezza” an Oscar in 2014.
Ridentem dicere verum: quid vietat? And this is what Scola did. If you want to discover what postwar Italy was actually like, what Italians were like, watch Scola’s movies: they won’t spare you anything, including maybe more than a hint of brutality and a bit of healthy cynism, but he’ll give you back the most vibrant and lively social fresco.