Baaria, Venice Film Festival

A poor relation to Paradiso
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This sprawling Sicilian family epic is certainly heartfelt. In its early scenes, it captures some of the same magic found in the director's best known work, Cinema Paradiso. Giuseppe Tornatore has a flair for capturing the child's-eye view of the world. The opening scenes, with their elaborate set-pieces and crowd scene, work the best. As he evokes the Palermo of the 1930s, the camera swoops around while Ennio Morricone music reverberates on the soundtrack. Every scene seems to have a huge army of extras. The storytelling style is operatic and – at least initially – massively enjoyable. Sadly, the longer the film lasts, the quicker the magic dissipates. Tornatore's formal mastery isn't matched by his knack for narrative. Individual scenes here are astounding, but the director doesn't always know how to link them.

This is the story of a tight-knit but impoverished Sicilian family. The father is a shepherd. Peppino is a mischievous kid. Food is scarce. Mussolini's blackshirts are on the streets. The peasants hate them and the landowners whose interests they serve. Gradually, we move through the Fascist era to the post-war period. Peppino (earnestly played by Francesco Scianna) may have only the most rudimentary education, but he has a burning sense of injustice. He becomes more and more involved in politics, joining the communist party and agitating for workers' rights. He marries his sweetheart and starts a family.

It's at this point that the film begins to sag. The seething scenes of old men gambling as kids play in the dust beside them, or shots of the austerely beautiful landscapes or sequences showing cinema-goers roaring at the screen during a silent projection, give way to a laborious family memoir.

We see more and more of Peppino's political struggles. Those astonishing crane and tracking shots give way to windy, self-righteous dialogue about political rights. Peppino grows irrevocably older and fathers more and more children. In one moving scene, he arrives home from his latest campaign just in time to see his ailing father for the last time.

Baaria is the first Italian film to open Venice in nearly 20 years; it is also one of the most expensive movies ever made in Italy. It is a full-blown epic in the tradition of old Italian cinema, and its producers clearly have high hopes that it can emulate the success of Cinema Paradiso. That would look to be a tall order. The film plays like a mini-series squashed into feature form.

The magnificence of much of the film-making only makes it all the more disappointing that the storytelling doesn't hang together better. Perhaps there is a political subtext here. Maybe Tornatore is evoking an era when Italians like Peppino were ready to stand up for their rights, whatever the sacrifice. The problem is that Baaria simply doesn't have the dramatic sweep to justify its inordinate running time.