Il più bel giorno della mia vita

I think that one of the most touching films this summer is the italian The most beautiful day in my life, which not only circles around three generations of an italian family with their little cracks and secrets but while doing so, creates as emotional stasis for the viewer: you become a part of the family. And it teaches you that there is no right or wrong and that love is so infividual. Each and every one of the family members has a different experience with love, all of them unique. The film does succeed where Playing by heart did not: it is realistic. The generational conflict - traditionalistic and conservative grandma vs. the modern new generation - suddenly turns upside down, as we discover that the children are actually the one producing this gap, not the mother, which we would suspect... and thus creating an imperative for us to look into ourselves and open up. In the end, it is about our family. Isn't it?

When thinking about the most beautiful day in my life... there is non in particular. Rather there are moments I cherish. Memories I plunge into while daydreaming. Feelings. Acts. Movements. Outside and inside...