Directed by: Luca Guadagnino
Starring: Tilda Swinton, Flavio Parenti, Edoardo Gabbriellini
This is the Europeyest movie I’ve ever seen. You know the stereotype there is for like, indie, wispy movies about really dumb ideas, but presented like it’s the most dramatic, serious thing ever? Yeah, that’s I Am Love.
Tilda Swinton is the mother of a rich Wes Anderson-style family (only without the sarcasm) who gets the hots for her son’s friend whom he has gone into business with. There’s a lot of forbidden romance feelings and stuff, culminating in really unappealing, clammy sex. Once her son realizes this (by just LOOKING at soup that his friend makes which was his mom’s recipe, which obviously means they’re fucking, I guess), he runs outside, slips next to the pool, hits his head on a rock and dies. Wanh wanh.
This is kind of a sad movie, in that sad things happen in it, but the attitude and feeling of the whole thing is the exact same feeling of overly dramatic and serious no matter whether we’re at the passionate sex part or the oh-no-my-affair-killed-my-son-kinda part. And the whole thing’s just really boring and unrelatable. Maybe if I had more stock in horse racing and top shelf Italian restaurants…