The film poster by Francesco Maselli novel by Moravia. With Rod Steiger , Claudia Cardinale, Shelley Winters , Tomas Milian, Paulette Goddard (1964).
& # 160; , & # 160; ; "Man is not so
, & # 160; , & # 160; ; other than this? "
& # 160; & # 160; Shakespeare (King Lear ; III I)
There are no preliminaries, no expectations or ads. Raid, instead. Moravia sudden bursts in the Italian cultural scene now fully controlled by granite and Fascist censorship. Just eighteen but already mature and complete author, shrewd and sensitive observer of a society in deep crisis. Ideally, economic, cultural. He was born here the interior collapse of the characters that move in the pages of the novel. The sickly, rather malatissimo, Moravia enters along with the protagonist: "Carla came ..." . There is a door that opens. The reality is already totally wide open sull'accidiosa petty bourgeois society that populates the pages of a stunning literary debut whose dominant color is "... a dark gray ..." oppressive environments, objects, thoughts and souls. The light, his small circle, revealing a few short segments of the world, rejecting the rest "... in the shadows of the living room ..." and separates with fierce sharpness ".. and the trinkets other items ... "from " ... their dead comrades scattered and inconsistent in the shadows ... " of opaque indifference. In consonance with the significant title.
Moravia enter into argument with violently stinging shock widening the doors of subjectivism pessimist says the story of five indifferent actors. For this we understand that the objects, their "physical" are not real if there is no light to illuminate them. There are first and if there is a subject close to observe them, to give them consistency and rationale. Without the light of a look they do not confine themselves to be invisible but can condemn and die. It is the presence of humans to animate dead matter. The ass "Buddha rural" confirms nodding of the head with blunt oscillations.
But who gives motion and soul the subject? Who is Live? Nothing, Judgement pessimism Moravia. The man just because he has a soul. Sartre with his depressed weltanschauung is already working well in young Pincherle, alias Moravia. That is the short description of aseptic Carla takes the form of a leaflet and a poster of the age.
There is, in Moravia, a psychology of things to supplement and often replace the human so that the object, the thing, sometimes develops a clear, although hardly decipherable, interior profile, visibility almost anthropomorphic in the absence of which also the human loss of depth and meaning.
Only the foolish, semi mechanical task of sex gives the illusion of life. And the hatred, yet vital that raises ubiquitous dark shadow "... the wave of resentment (...) dark black with no head ...". Foam: slight inconsistency from which we were born, slender body as the primordial slime of indifference can not even produce. Only lutulenta lust for Leo is able to give Carla a semblance of vitality. Empty and unproductive kinematics: it is the young, for men, a Chinese porcelain aesthetically appealing. Nothing more. And 'he, Leo, the egocentric, the opportunist mother's lover, avid (but at least vital) concupitore daughter, to speak for everyone with monomaniacal engastrimismo. Carla warns darkly of being destined for the worst. And even so wishes. Although the presence of suffocating desire arouses "... petty disgust ...". The alternative is revealed "... a shame, a blush, a disgrace ...". But the total consciousness never manifests itself. The young man is prey to a total alienation that precludes any possibility of autonomous choice. For this seeks guidance from the own reflection in the mirror. The answer is fierce and Carla discovers that it is not even able to think. He discovered the power only squirm in the magma of absolute depersonalization. E ' another form, just like her mother. Do not you just have to escape into sleep "... pitch black" . Carla feels only the deep discomfort of existence. Flee forever. All in Moravia's novel, are on the run. But there is a place, a port to which to go. Although he vaguely guessed existed.
Neither is capable of this dull presentiment Marion. Around him takes the form "... I still ..." immemorial of a taboo that Leo has long been violated and whose mana, now sleeping in the dust of indifference, takes on the outlines an archaic form faceless. The mother is in fact only a "... mask stupid, pathetic ..." adamantly and stubbornly rooted deep in Leo nothing that erupts incessantly. He does not understand, Marion, what is happening, what is going to happen, what should happen.
Michele is condemned to think with lucidity faint-hearted but tough to catch up at the bottom of the immovable fate of a life that grabs the vacuum and dissolve. The young man knows that his spasms of hatred for the lover of his mother and sister are only short and gristle off explosions aimed at now, to become flickering wisps in the churchyard of feeling. All is fiction, the words, human relationships, feelings, the looks. Michael knows it and try some faint resistance. But it always falls on his knees, overcome laziness and indifference. Even the "physical confrontation" with Leo ends with a surrender. And he carried away from. "... that unworthy comedy" It stirs empty, helpless in the face of a bloodless ghosts will exhausted. E 'condemned to think, to see, read with lucid clarity. But it is unable to act. As Carla, as Marion, like all at the bottom. Even Leo is, in fact, "inactive". You simply take what is, to bear fruit already fallen, and to allow carry indifference, selfishness, self-interest. And 'this society, the world described by the young Moravia. They are our world, our society. Are we?
