Highly Overrated But Still Good

The film was still a fun one that will make you laugh and have you leaving the theater feeling like you just stole something valuable and got away with it.

In other words,this film is a surreal ride.

The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

This Russian-Italian co-production from 1987 finds two older men, one Italian, the other Russian, talking in the empty dining hall of a slow ocean liner. The Italian tells his story in flashback, as we see him fight with his rich wife, which sends him to a health spa to recuperate, where he meets a bored, young and beautiful Russian woman who is herself unhappily married. After many overtures toward a romance, the Russian wife flees back home, and the Italian follows her, ostensibly on business, but truly in hopes of sparking the romance further.The film is gorgeously photographed, and much attention is paid to costume and set design, as well as delicate color schemes. Marcello Mastroianni received his final of three Best Actor Oscar nominations for this, and he's wonderful as usual. Silvano Mangano plays his wife, and Marthe Keller appears as a family friend. I wasn't familiar with the Russian leads, Elena Safonova and Vsevolod Larionov, but they are fine as well. The story drags a bit in places, and lengthy passages of Russian without subtitles started to detract after a while (I'm not sure if this was the fault of the print I watched, or if it was intentional, to show the language barrier faced by Mastroianni's character).

In Venice 73', a tribute to Marcello Mastroianni, we watched a screening of this vintage Italy-USSR- USA co-production directed by Russian director Nikita Mikhalkov in mint condition, restored with an approximately 20-minute additional footage to its original theatrical and DVD length of 117 minutes, including additional scenes of Isabella Rossellini, who plays the daughter of our principal character Romano (Mastroianni).DARK EYES won Mastroianni his second BEST ACTOR prize in Cannes, and reaped a third Oscar nomination for him, all his three nominations are from foreign language pictures, which is a second to none achievement in the Academy history, presently only Javier Bardem and Marion Cotillard seem to have the chance to match that record.This story is told in flashback, on a steamer, Romano, a middle-aged Italian man recounts to a Russian passenger Pavel (Larionov) his hopeless infatuation to a Russian lady Anna (Safonova), whom he has first met in a convalescent sanatorium. What we sees of Anna is a beautiful and well- bred lady, but also mousy and withdrawn under Safonova's marginally evasive interpretation, however, love is such a strange thing, in the eyes of Romano - the carefree, "kept" husband of a rich aristocratic heiress Elisa (Mangano), Anna is the true north of his pursuit. After a string of hilarious episodes in that magnificent sanatorium, Romano successfully woos her into bed, But the next day, Anna departs abruptly with a letter written in Russian, she is ashamed of their adultery, fleeing is the only thing she can do at then.Losing Anna like this leaves a big hole in Romano's hollow life, he must see her again, on the pretext of scouting places to build a factory to manufacture a type of unbreakable glass, Romano arrives in Soviet Union with zeal, when he finally reaches the town where Anna lives, he is hailed by the locals as the first ever foreigner in their land, and greeted by Elisa's husband, the Governor of Sysoyev (Smoktunovskj, carrying a distinctly comedic bearing). The reunion sets their hearts on divorcing their respective spouses and spending the rest of their lives together. So, driven by an unprecedented spur of hope and devotion, Romano returns home to divorce Elisa, only to find the latter is in a dire financial pickle, she must sell her palatial villa due to bad investment, the regal Mangano is exquisitely vulnerable and simpatico in her final screen role (she would die of lung cancer two years later), so, maybe, it is not a convenient moment for Romano to announce his decision (pouring oil on the fire from a good-for-nothing husband), but when will be the right moment? What about Anna? Romano's narration stops right there and a newly-married Pavel talks about his wife, then it is time to lunch, Romano turns out to be a waiter on the steamer, and Pavel is so eager to introduce his wife to him, guess who is coming to lunch? The film cheekily draws to a close.That final revelation is somewhat jumping-the-shark, Chekhov certainly would not approve of such levity, but for the most part, DARK EYES is coruscating with hearty humor and imposing period decor and props, and after all, it is a top-shelf Mastroianni vehicle, entering the twilight year of his life, Romano is a signature role he has been playing for decades - a happy-go-lucky roué stumbles upon a once-of-a-lifetime romance, he totally emancipates himself in relishing Romano's fortune and misfortune, runs the full emotional gamut with pyrotechnics (poignancy and laughter are sound evidence), what a charismatic cinematic icon! It is proper my honor to watch this curio on the big screen, and sets the seal on my very first, quite satisfactory Venice vacation.

There's no really much you can say and analyze about this movie. It's not a movie by itself, it's a piece of art lost in the ocean of mundane cinema of the 20-th century. It's like the great literature, the great paintings of history, impregnated with a mystical and hard to define quality in it's texture. For me this is not simply a "movie", i say it again. Like Nostalghia or Andrei Rubliov of Tarkovsky , here the poetics transcends what we usually call cinema, or a film, because it gets a life on it's own, and becomes independent to critical observation. It's like a tiger in the Siberian forest, that you have to simply admire. A tiger is beautiful because it's a tiger, Oci Ciornie it's beautiful because it is Oci Ciornie. Something divine happened to Mihalkov and to the cast when thy made this piece of art. It was the greatest shame and scandal when the jury at Cannes awarded "Sous le Ciel de Satan" the Palme D'or, but who cares...Time is for the art what is for the wine. The good one gets better, the cheap one gets sour and becomes vinegar.

I consider this movie a masterpiece. The performance of Marcello Mastroianni is simply sublime, one of the best I have ever seen from anyone, anywhere. Yes, the surface plot is about adultery, but the story is much more than that. I think this is a story about a man, an old man near the end of his life, looking back on his playboy, vagabond, good-for-nothing life, regretting it, but not knowing any other way to live. "Mother's lullaby and the Russian mist" is all he remembers about his own life, he says. Watch this old man cry, and it stirs you with all kinds of emotions and thoughts, makes you think about how you should live, that tragedy happens everyday, to every small man who must fend for himself and fail. You tell yourself you will never be like him, you pity him, disrespect him, despise him, but in the end you understand this man in the most profound sense. And you will never be able to forget that Russian mist either. Superb.