I felt that a big calm was growing up into myself. I looked at him and I felt a lot of thankfulness for him and I felt like crying.

Notes of music, radiating from the piano, taking the form of the film by chokehold, and bending the already meticulous filmic rhythm to Cottafavi’s will. It’s all furthered by Cottafavi’s sense of grandiose depth; I feel if I reach out, I can touch those buildings and landscapes that appear to be unreachable, miles and miles away, but here I am, sitting atop that hill in the distance. Listen to the sounds of wind and waves, now where would you like to go next?

I felt that a big calm was growing up into myself. I looked at him and I felt a lot of thankfulness for him and I felt like crying.

Notes of music, radiating from the piano, taking the form of the film by chokehold, and bending the already meticulous filmic rhythm to Cottafavi’s will. It’s all furthered by Cottafavi’s sense of grandiose depth; I feel if I reach out, I can touch those buildings and landscapes that appear to be unreachable, miles and miles away, but here I am, sitting atop that hill in the distance. Listen to the sounds of wind and waves, now where would you like to go next?