A writer in Rome who's seen'em all and done'em all, and has written only one novel throughout his life, is celebrating his 65th birthday, when suddenly, he's intrigued by any sign that can offer life new meaning; a story device to explain why he never wrote another novel. One of those strange foreign movies that requires patience, and I understand when I use "foreign" and "patience" in the same sentence, I've already lost 99% of you. But this beautiful Italian film, somehow reminiscent of Cinema Paradiso, provides moments that linger for quite awhile - especially the one involving birds.
PS: Thank you, JZ, for introducing the film.
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