The Great Beauty in 250 Words or Less

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The sort of movie I wanna write poetry about - hell the sort of movie that makes me want to write poetry again, like I'm a goddamned twenty year old. And that's sort of the point - The Great Beauty's about shaking the dust off yourself and noticing the world around you after a grossly self-satisfied drought. There's this fantastic line about tourists being the best people - in theory it's a line that'll make any New Yorker worth their weight in pedestrian-rage hiccup in disbelief, but shake it out and you realize the movie means they're the ones looking past your frenzied steps from one point to another, just taking a breath and seeing the great big beautiful world that you keep taking for granted. The film has fun with it too - one of the first images is a tourist collapsing dead on the spot he stands from one can infer how beautiful things are; it's like Divine bellowing that he's too goddamned beautiful to live at the end of Female Trouble, which is about as great a comparison I can make for this movie, and I totally mean it. This is a divine movie, absolutely and positively - alive and bizarre and unforgettable.