Find the Killer. Killer found? Captivating actor's charisma with hypnotic influence. Have you ever felt that? Have you ever seen this in a movie? I'm sure. Not once. Was? Did you pay attention to that? Noticing the metamorphosis? Yesterday, nothing significant, nothing remarkable in the face, image, emotional color, and today the rainbow light shines? From him. From her. And the eyes seem to shine somehow in a special way, and makes everything an order of magnitude better than the rest, and disturbs, falls in love with himself, fascinates. Why didn’t the stone reveal itself before? Why was it not available before? Probably because your glare reflected on one of his faces, and here he is the king among other "minerals". Dominating. Subordinate to himself.
Toshiro Mifune was a "real samurai" of the middle of the last century, the ingenious find of the great Akiro Kurosawa. "Rasemon", from the distant 1950s, who came to visit me. Only in the kimono, with a sharpened blade on the belt, I perceive it. In countless images of a “healer” who does good and evil. It is a scallop, then a light, then a master, and the essence is always the same - a warrior of his time, a character with the power of organic plastics.
Shintaro Katsu, a baggy fat man, a blind bonehead masseur, completely devoid of attractiveness in his face, awakened both a smile and surprise. 26 films from 1962 to 1973. Zatoichi or Zatoichi (more familiar to our ear) called well. He waved his sword that he had squinted. Jujutsu demonstrated shortening bogeys and bogeys, be healthy. Evil has never been brought down... Frozen on the screen and always happy to come to visit, you just need to call. Simplicity? Crazy? Naiven? So what? His magic is fascinating.
And Clint Eastwood with a gun in his holster? Hat, horse, sharp-nosed boots for cheering up a horse? A Charles Bronson, a fighter for justice with a "great legacy" of different there "The thirst for death" and similar-other-close in harmony? They're heroes too. They're teachers, too. From these guys, from contact with them, life becomes more meaningful. Look, they're reaching out. You. Me. Everyone. In good help... Let's applaud. I got a little carried away, though. Although I'm talking business. I’m still working on the topic of happiness again. From the meeting. From a real meeting, I think.
Looking at Riccardo Scamarcho. I like him unusually. Like the two Japanese I mentioned above. Like the two Americans he praised. I watch the third film with his participation for the last year and a half or two and I begin to adore. A little earlier, I was completely shocked by Black Pericles (2016). After some time, a new knock on the door - "Rightless" (2019), arrived, open. And here's yesterday - "I'm not a murderer" (2019), "I came in." There was also "Paradise in the West" (2008), but it can only be perceived as a visit by Mowgli to the citadel of world civilization. Well, why not? Everyone started with something (almost from scratch), everyone was nobody once (very long ago).
The detective thriller offers the director to the audience. And again, Italian minimalism without American effervescent to heartburn from frame to frame. And again, the main character circle by circle through life in a peninsular shoe restraint. If earlier on parcels from bandits earning daily bread, now, the police rank of the deputy chief, in turning operations. Capture, exposure, suppression. As the law says. The Carabiner is in front of us. Criminal catcher. Francesco Prencipe.
From a student bench in "legal general education," three friends support one another. Today, each of them is a master and experienced. Twenty-five years of service. Or maybe more? The judge's robe on one, the lawyer's shield on the other. Everyone made a career. Everyone came out in the crowd.
So what's the point of this story? What's the salt? Sudden death. Or rather, murder. Not private. The judge got shot. My friend's gone. And what's most upsetting is the leftover fingerprints. Francesco's own prints. Yeah, I was there. Yeah, talking business. He left after breaking up. No denying. But they blame him.
So what happened? Did the sly “thieve” setup work? Did the mafia trap you? Revenge for the scrupulous fulfillment of debt by repayment? A tragic accident in an overlay? Or is it just that each other has a friend?
Two hours to tell. Two hours wandering in the dark amid work, debt, family, walking left. “I am not a murderer,” says Francesco. Is he or isn't he? And now the trial marks the end of the story. Convicted? Will you excuse me?
The courtroom is a lavatory where passions are boiling - the final chord in the foams of Themis.
Ascetic cinema is able to inspire yawning on the familiar to the "shooters-vagabonds", endless "peep-puffs". "Heart of an Angel" (1987) Alan Parker "Damed brother" signifying. Twins? Nope. But they do. Very similar.
And Riccardo Scamarcho, thank you. May your days last. And before we meet again.
7 out of 10
