Perhaps the most beautiful film I have seem in quite a long time is Luca Guadagnino's Io Sono L'Amore, or I Am Love.
After reading compelling reviews that sung its praises and viewing a magical trailer, I wandered into the theatre. I cannot say I was surprised by its presence, but I was surprised by how profoundly the film affected me. The beauty of it all broke my heart. It is a great epic, a tragic story of love. Bitter and honest and absolutely lovely.
Story aside, the imagery was breathtakingly beautiful. Scenes of Italy and London, punctuated by the soft sounds of the Italian language stole me away completely.
The film reminded me of another equally poignant, if melancholy, love story. That of Jan Kounen's Chanel et Stravinsky. This story however holds slightly greater significance because it is based on the love affair of Parisian designer Coco Chanel and the composer Igor Stravinsky.
I saw the film in Paris, and despite my French, was able to comprehend the story through the images that cascaded across the screen.
It seems that love is the same in every language afterall.
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