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Bertolucci’s Me and You
can smell money better than anyone, so when they shun a well-heeled classmate,
there must be something off about him. Lorenzo is one such social outcast. His
analyst is clueless, but the audience immediately recognizes a host of family issues.
Perhaps it represents progress when his oedipal issues evolve into an interest
in his half-sister. It promises to be an awkward week for the lad in Me and You (trailer here), the eagerly
awaited new film from Bernardo Bertolucci, which finally opens this Friday in
never exactly spells it out, but we can deduce from early conversations,
Lorenzo’s mother is his father’s trophy wife. The unseen old man only puts up
with the surly kid to indulge his still attractive mother. As part of his
divorce settlement, he shunted off Lorenzo’s half-sister Olivia, but this was
probably no great loss, considering her behavioral problems. Lorenzo is quite
difficult as well, but his mother is practically giddy anticipating the week he
will be away from home on a school sponsored skiing trip. Just imagine Lorenzo
being sociable—except he really won’t.
Lorenzo plans to spend the week holed up in the basement of their apartment
building, indulging in junk food and teen angst. However, his week of brooding
is interrupted by Olivia’s intrusion into his makeshift lair. She also intends
to crash for the week, in hopes of kicking her habit cold turkey. Initially,
they are rather standoffish towards each other, but they start to bond as
Lorenzo nurses her through the worst of her detoxification. Can they maybe
learn a few lessons from each other?
Me and You is a minor film compared
to Bertolucci’s sweeping masterpieces, like The
Last Emperor and The Conformist,
but it is an earnest story, well served by the master’s restrained approach. It
is rather subtle hinting at Lorenzo’s hang-ups, but it still compares quite
easily with Bertolucci’s more overtly and provocatively sexual films, such as La Luna, Stealing Beauty, and The Dreamers (with Last Tango in Paris being in a class by itself).
his snide features and pimply complexion, it is doubtful any teenage Italian
girls have posters of lead actor Jacopo Olmo Antinori on their walls.
Bertolucci’s gawky presentation of his character hardly does his any favors
either, but he is certainly credible as petulant, anti-social boy. For her part,
Tea Falco vividly expresses the youthful world weariness of a teen junkie.
Their chemistry is appropriately ambiguous, but undeniably potent.
Frankly, it is just nice to have Betolucci back
in action. As much as we might like to have another huge canvass from him, we
will settle for an artfully composed miniature like this. Recommended for connoisseurs
of Italian cinema, Me and You opens
this Friday (7/4) in New York at the Lincoln Plaza Cinema.
Labels: Bernardo Bertolucci, Italian Cinema