The Garden of the Finzi-Continis is like if Call Me By Your Name took a nap during fascism and never quite woke up. Everyone’s beautiful, wealthy, and extremely bored — which makes sense because I was, too.
The main guy, Giorgio, is hopelessly in love with Micol, who spends the entire movie treating him like a lost puppy she regrets feeding once. It’s a slow-motion heartbreak with tennis and fascism lurking politely in the background, like, “Don’t mind us. We’ll just be over here dismantling democracy while you sulk under a tree.”
There’s a profound tragedy in here somewhere. Still, it’s wrapped in so much emotional repression and slow bicycle riding that by the time things finally escalate, I felt like I’d aged into a Finzi-Contini myself.
Pretty to look at, like a fascist-themed perfume ad, but mostly just vibes and vibes alone.
The Garden of the Finzi-Continis is like if Call Me By Your Name took a nap during fascism and never quite woke up. Everyone’s beautiful, wealthy, and extremely bored — which makes sense because I was, too.
The main guy, Giorgio, is hopelessly in love with Micol, who spends the entire movie treating him like a lost puppy she regrets feeding once. It’s a slow-motion heartbreak with tennis and fascism lurking politely in the background, like, “Don’t mind us. We’ll just be over here dismantling democracy while you sulk under a tree.”
There’s a profound tragedy in here somewhere. Still, it’s wrapped in so much emotional repression and slow bicycle riding that by the time things finally escalate, I felt like I’d aged into a Finzi-Contini myself.
Pretty to look at, like a fascist-themed perfume ad, but mostly just vibes and vibes alone.
