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THE DOUBLE TIME
Italy 2009
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With Ksenia Rappoport, Filippo Timi, Antonia Troops, Gaetano Bruno, Fausto Russo Alesi, Michele Di Mauro, Lorenzo Jewelry, Lidia Vitale, Giampiero Iudica, Roberto Accornero, Lucia Poli, Giorgio Colangeli.

We realize that to say that the double time it was the best of Italian films in competition at the 2009 Venice does not say much, since the Italian ones were, overall, the choices of the weaker bill, the fact remains its merits, even if considered in relation to the movie scene to us and not absolute (even if it were the small absolute Venetian), remain worthy of attention.
What are the merits?
First, the desecration of the infamous environment that, for once, serves as the background and does not supply the lead of meanings, focusing instead on the gravity of the atmosphere and tone to the narrative to be imposed, and secondly the dryness of writing, never divagational slyly, but in total adherence to the mechanism which, while tracing its outline is now known, is consistent and without stretch marks, and finally, and most importantly, narrative structure (closely linked to matrix generic) and his introspective investigation be half of the characters on stage, that scours mechanism, does not pop jet caricatures, but gradually puts the viewer in front of a truth - and logic, closely and psychological - in the making, in his build. The views of the public on the characters is modeled to the sound of place narrative, revealed their souls in chains of contradictions, to the surface at every twist. Therefore appeal to the aforementioned accuracy (sublime and forced) to suggest the complexity of the plot with ease criticism of the lullaby "sterile formal exercise" does not take into account not only that a minimum of originality of thought, the context of production / geographic in which the film is part: that national cinema, in fact, usually populated by characters from the Italian comedy (art metastases resulted in a permanent alibi cultural) is also in contact with drama (in Venice it was a clear example of this great dream of the Placido), inhabited by characters that are, yes, forms tailored to drown his faults (and with these, domino effect, each font size) in laugh or, more subtly, in the smile exculpatory, exercises, yes, balance, and those already placed on narrative trajectories that show, and never (or almost), experiments, involving, chiamano in causa. A voler prenderci sul serio è una questione di politica della visione (e non solo): ne La doppia ora l’artefatto cinematografico non ha pretese di imporre particolari sguardi sulla realtà, ma quelle di indurre in chi guarda domande su quel che accade, contrattando la sua posizione etica rispetto agli eventi, modulando personaggi sfuggenti delineati dalla costruzione narrativa, non da auto-proclamazioni diluite nel testo. E questo non è poco.
Certo, a voler cercare il pelo nell’uovo, questo è un film che avrebbe funzionato meglio con attori sconosciuti: far morire il protagonista maschile dopo nemmeno mezz’ora sarebbe un grande azzardo solo se tale protagonista non Filippo Timi was inwardly, and then we knew that sooner or later he will be back (it's not Hitchcock Capotondi that Janet Leigh makes out really until the middle of the movie): This already puts a huge flea in his ear about the construction of the film (which reveals what is thought to be on time), because it eliminates the ambiguity at issue in the large central idea of \u200b\u200bthe script. Very Femme fatale De Palma (there is also the scene in the tank) and trip from a coma in reading distorted reality that is a bit 'Mulholland Drive, then solving the Shyamalan (easy to think of the final explanation echoes of The Sixth sense and various subsidiaries), not lacking, in this long segment, some underlining a bit 'ingenuotte (the obituaries, the priest - which is none other, in reality, if not the father of Sonia - officiating the funeral of the woman - who in fact for him is death), the double time (the title already evokes a parallel dimension) lies therefore in the tradition of recent films to be reinterpreted in light of subsequent recognitions, having spoken and having previously been a mental universe: it's guilt stages a virtual reality See you in the middle of the film, in which the data of the past come back so impromptu, incorrect, inconsistent, creating confusion and uncertainty of the protagonist the spectator who has decided to accept the game without question. It is in this that, consciously or not about his being a deviation from the surroundings, the double now tries a different speech, because, to be ruthless and fanatical shrinking violet, it is clear that the film, as mentioned, suffers derivatività the blatantly obvious that, without - God forbid - neither look nor freedom and inspiration of its high abstraction references, on the other hand we can not disregard what is forced Capotondi the rules dictated by the market and its marketability reduced hours, for obvious discrepancy between the intent and capabilities, the frustrating product provincial, with peaks of excellent workmanship (the scene of the tomb) and a general sense of but I can not .

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Cagliari: The Other Sardinia Cagliari

Articolo del 2007 del NY Times su Cagliari.



MANY of us imagine Sardinia as a Versace ad come to life: European playboys lounging on megayachts and Champagne flowing endlessly at clubs named, without irony, Billionaire. And it’s so — at least during the fashionable months of July and August, if you limit your visit on the island to the tiny, northeast jet-set enclave known as Costa Smeralda, or the Emerald Coast.

The rest of Sardinia, however, about the size of New Hampshire, happily stays out of the limelight. Down-to-earth and affordable, it offers excellent cuisine, raw landscapes and unpretentious locals whose preferred anti-aging method is to drink copious amounts of cannonau wine rather than get Botox injections.

And nowhere are the Naomi Campbell and Flavio Briatore types farther away than the ancient port city of Cagliari, on the island’s southernmost tip. Straddling a long bay between psychedelic blue waters and rolling ocher fields, Cagliari is a true emerald in the rough. Despite a few outlying traces of modernization — modern high-rises here, a cluster of harbor cranes there — Cagliari’s center hasn’t changed much since D. H. Lawrence visited in 1921. His description still holds true: “The city piles up lofty and almost miniature, and makes me think of Jerusalem: without trees, without cover, rising rather bare and proud, remote as if back in history, like a town in a monkish, illuminated missal.”

On a recent spring evening, after a delicious Sardinian feast of spaghetti with wild asparagus and grated bottarga (salted fish eggs) at a rustic restaurant named Dr. Ampex, my husband and I decided to follow Lawrence’s footsteps and explore Cagliari’s medieval district of Castello. Perched on a rounded hilltop still safeguarded by a limestone wall and 14th-century towers, Castello is reached via a steep cobblestone path or an elevator. We opted for the latter.

The elevator opened to a narrow metal landing that overlooked an ancient stone plaza buzzing with a cosmopolitan scene right out of New York or Rome. At the near end was a tent-shaped glass structure where well-dressed people in their 20s and 30s were sipping colorful cocktails and swaying to a Gnarls Barkley song.

We followed the music down a long flight of steps, past the shiny glass tent and into a cavelike bar that seemed to have been built into the limestone walls. Inside, the low-arched ceilings and exposed brick walls were illuminated by a red chandelier and a runway-shaped bar made of translucent stone. The Caffè degli Spiriti, as the place was called, felt like a secret nightclub tucked in the ruins of the Acropolis.

As we rubbed elbows with the international crowd and watched the D.J. spin hip-hop tracks, Lawrence’s Cagliari no longer felt like an unspoiled gem, but seemed to be well on its way to becoming a more laid-back, and perhaps cooler, alternative to the Emerald Coast.

After a drink, we continued our midnight stroll through the narrow streets of Castello, lined with 14th- and 15th-century palazzi and churches. Some were abandoned, their windows boarded shut. On one silent cobblestone street, we passed a tiny bar filled with black-and-white photographs and artsy types chatting over wine. A few moments later, we spotted the empty shell of an old mansion that glowed mysteriously like a green lantern. We peered inside a window and saw an oversize green Murano chandelier and newly whitewashed walls.

The mystery of the mansion was solved the next day when I returned to the Caffè degli Spiriti and met the owner, Alessio Raggio, a well-traveled developer from Cagliari. Since opening the bar three years ago — and attracting, he said, about 6,000 people on summer weekends — Mr. Raggio has fashioned himself as a kind of André Balazs of southern Sardinia.

His mini-empire includes the palazzo with the green chandelier, which he plans to turn into a gallery and cafe; the photo-filled De Candia Wine and Spirits bar around the corner; and a 200-year-old lighthouse near a stunning beach on the rugged Capo Spartivento, which he plans to turn into a luxury boutique hotel with six suites by next year.

Mr. Raggio is not the only entrepreneur with eyes on Cagliari. Renato Soru, a billionaire businessman sometimes called the Bill Gates of Italy, and the current governor of Sardinia, has been commissioning world-class architects to add polish to this craggy gem. Attention-grabbing projects under way include a futuristic art center near the city’s main port designed by Zaha Hadid. Scheduled to be completed in five years, the building will evoke a crashing wave and cost an estimated 40 million euros. Herzog & de Meuron and Rem Koolhaas have also been in talks with Mr. Soru to build cultural landmarks in the same industrial area of Sant’Elia.

Mr. Soru hopes that the Zaha Hadid project will be the sort of icon for Cagliari that its opera house is for Sydney.

Development is nothing new to Cagliari. Originally settled by Phoenician mariners around 1000 B.C., the port city occupies a favorable position at the mouth of a sweeping bay that flows into an inner harbor. The city’s waterfront is surrounded by salt flats where thousands of pink flamingos still feed and flourish.

In Roman times, Cagliari was a lively and prosperous trading port. Its strategic location in the Mediterranean was the subject of numerous invasions over the centuries, with the Italians finally taking control in the mid-19th century and coming to build many of the city’s Art Nouveau structures. During World War II, Cagliari was heavily bombed by the Allies, also because of its strategic location. The rebuilt harbor is now Sardinia’s principal port.

While parts of Cagliari are still worn-down, in an elegant grande dame kind of way, signs of the city’s rebirth are everywhere. After wandering Castello’s alleyways and having them mostly to ourselves, we finally managed to tear ourselves away and explore the rest of the city. Easily explored over a weekend, Cagliari is a mix of grand avenues, narrower alleys that radiate out from Art Nouveau piazzas and, toward the harbor, modern boulevards lined with boutiques and cafes.

We spent a day window-shopping and drinking strong cappuccinos at old-fashioned cafes like Svizzero and the Antico Caffè. Many of the best shops were found along Cagliari’s two main avenues: the palm-lined Via Roma, which runs along the port, and Largo Carlo Felice, which runs inland toward Castello. My husband bought some Prada pants at Volonté, a sleek and airy boutique, and I went through the fashionable racks at Seventyfive, an intimate shop filled with slinky dresses and resort wear.

Later that evening, we dropped by a new enoteca called Fra Diavolo. Our plan for the next day was to drive out to Argiolas, one of the island’s most renowned vineyards, or Cantine di Dolianova, a top wine cooperative. As the small and friendly world of Cagliari would have it, Fra Diavolo’s owner was related to both winemakers. With a quick cellphone call on behalf of brand-new acquaintances, he managed to arrange a private tour of Cantine di Dolianova the next afternoon.

IT had been warm and sunny, and the day of the wine tour was no exception. Surrounded by lush green fields, the winery was housed in a sprawling pink complex. After a tour of the two-story steel vats and endless rows of oak barrels, we sat down for a tasting and understood why the wines enjoy a sparkling reputation. Their cannonau was dark and smoky, while their vermentino was fresh and intense with a hint of apple.

Afterward, we grabbed lunch at Il Nostro Mondo, a restaurant in town recommended by our wine guide. It looked like a rough Italian pub, with plastic chairs and peach-colored walls. But it was here that we were finally able to binge on the island’s famous lobster, prepared in a garlicky sauce with chopped tomato and celery. Along with a bottle of the cantina’s white, a vermentino blend, it was one of the most surprising and satisfying meals of the trip.

With our bellies full, we drove 45 minutes south toward Chia, a lovely bay reputed to have some of the island’s most beautiful beaches. The drive took us past rolling sand dunes, waist-high beach grass and glimpses of the bright turquoise water. The road eventually came to an end near a little beach shack at Capo Spartivento, the island’s southernmost tip. We parked the car and continued on foot for about 20 minutes, sweating our way up a dusty dirt road. There were several hidden coves, a small beach filled with young and attractive Italians and, finally, a rocky hill and future site of Mr. Raggio’s hotel.

There, in front of us, was the two-story lighthouse, perched on a steep dramatic cliff that looked out over the deep blue waters. The view was breathtaking and We Had It All to Ourselves. Not a super yacht or billionaire in sight. At least for now. By GISELA WILLIAMS


Published: August 12, 2007

Source invece, il quadro delle province ideali, quelle cioè dove si vorrebbe vivere: anche stavolta la competizione vede prevalere i grandi agglomerati, più popolosi ed economicamente avanzati, con il primato di Roma, che prende il posto di Firenze. Alcuni avvicendamenti più significativi si registrano sul fronte estero, dove Amsterdam perde il titolo di città più attraente in campo internazionale. Così come l'anno scorso, la felicità non risulta essere una variabile dipendente della ricchezza. È logico supporre che la qualità della vita – dunque, per citare alcuni aspetti, il livello dei servizi, accanto alla sicurezza e alle opportunità lavorative – contribuisca ad accrescere il grado di soddisfazione dei cittadini. Tuttavia quello della felicità è un parametro costituito da un'alchimia di elementi, dalla formula più complessa e per certi versi "enigmatica". Il nord-est perde il titolo di zona a più alto indice di soddisfazione, passando dalle quattro rappresentanti del 2008 alle due del 2009. Alle spalle della sorpresa Cagliari si piazzano Bolzano (prima lo scorso anno) e le province lombarde, che si aggiudicano molte delle prime posizioni in graduatoria: innanzitutto Pavia (terza), seguita da Milano (quinta), Bergamo (sesta) e Lodi (settima). Quarta classificata, a spezzare la serie delle lombarde, è l'altra sorpresa della rilevazione: Lecce. L'ascesa del sud si consolida anche grazie a Salerno, che ottiene The tenth place.
To find traces of the province's largest - with the exception of Milan - should once again look for the name of Florence (in 15th place with Trieste, which tops the Quality of Life this year), followed at a distance from Naples and Bologna , 33 th and 34 th respectively. Rome falls even lower, in 44th place, just in front of Venice.

The bottom of the league does not seem to highlight elements particularly charismatic, except for the fact that the square is Basilicata Matera Potenza is among the last ten. The positions of the tail shows a rather uneven: the last of the class is Campobasso, preceded by Mantova, Power and Alexandria.

Per quanto riguarda, invece, la scelta della provincia ideale in cui vivere spicca la presenza degli agglomerati più grandi, più numerosi anche rispetto al 2008. A Roma, Firenze e Milano, che si confermano sul podio, e a Bologna, che mantiene il quinto posto (così come Trento, stabile al quarto), si aggiunge Torino (8ª). La graduatoria assegna in ogni caso un ruolo rilevante alla Toscana e all'Emilia Romagna, presenti la prima anche con Siena e Arezzo (6° e 10° posto), la seconda con Parma (9°). Sul fronte delle mete estere, potendo scegliere una città del mondo, si punterebbe sull'area Ue: innanzitutto Londra e, in alternativa, Barcellona o Parigi. Da evidenziare la competitività Spain, Madrid and Valencia as even place among the top ten. Only two U.S. cities: New York and Los Angeles (fifth and tenth). December 21, 2009

http://www.ilsole24ore.com/art/SoleOnLine4/Italia/2009/12/qualita-vita-cagliaritani-contenti.shtml



"Cagliari, the largest city of Italy alive"

Experts excited: this is the San Diego Mediterranean
"At this time, Cagliari, together with Torino, the city is more vibrant, fresh, with more willing to smile and be optimistic of Italy. Do not imagine many long faces you see, instead, around the Peninsula. " Word of Alfredo Antonado, Rai journalist specializing in tourism. He has come to Cagliari with seven other reporters in the industry for an educational tour organized by the Tourist Sardinia Costa Sud landed Thursday in the city, were immersed in a full immersion (Friday, also visited the mine Serbariu) Cagliari and its surroundings. And they made unexpected discoveries.
the visit as the market of Saint Benedict, for example. Nobody could believe it was the largest town market in Italy. But no one could believe even the charm of the floor dedicated to fish amazed at the space devoted to sushi, the journalists are, however, focused on local products. And they have the opportunity to make purchases. "Unfortunately," hanno riflettuto, «non possiamo prendere pesce fresco». In compenso, la bottarga è andata via come il pane. Terminata la visita del mercato, il gruppo si è spostato nel parco di Molentargius dove gli otto giornalisti hanno visitato i canali con il barcone. Poi, pranzo a Marina Piccola, trekking alla Sella del Diavolo e, in serata, aperitivo e giro per Castello.
LE IMPRESSIONI Un giro (che proseguirà anche oggi) in una città che ha stupito favorevolmente gli specializzati in turismo. «Mentre da altre parti», riprende Antonado, «si respira un'aria di sconfitta, qui c'è la sensazione che la città voglia crescere. C'è voglia di fare, ci sono progetti. Magari non saranno realizzati. Ma in altre cities do not even get this feeling. "
THE DIRECTOR Of course, specialists, these reporters already knew the city. As the former Director (Sardinian-born) people to travel and now a consultant group Hachette Silvestro Serra. "The most striking thing," he says, "is a very lively young life. Not surprisingly, as the director of Gente Viaggi, I called the San Diego Cagliari in the Mediterranean. " Sure, there are things that do not go ("What idiots who are running in the bike path Molentargius). But, according to Serra, Cagliari has features missing in other cities. "The fact that the deep sea with its great naturalness. What, for example, does not happen in Genoa. And then the level of accommodation is high. Cagliari - and the inland areas - can really be a counterpart to Sardinia that is not real, that of the Costa Smeralda.
EMIGRATION words thrown there, just to pander to the locals? Definitely not. It is a confirmation comes from the journalist Dove (and writer) Susanna Lavazza: Carlisle has worked extensively in order to achieve its guidance on the mines. "And now, he says," I have decided to move to Cagliari. For a month, I live on a Baylle. To explain this choice does not need too many words. "It's a beautiful city."
INITIATIVE A message that, in one way or another, will ten heads, those represented precisely by journalists in Cagliari: Rai, Corriere della Sera, Style, The Republic (The Travels of the Republic), Bell'Italia, Le Vie del Gusto, Donna Moderna, Hachette Group (Joy) Marco Polo, The Travels of Taste. The purpose of the consortium, in particular, bring the tour "Bread and coal", designed to learn the ways of mining and agriculture (although, unfortunately, yesterday visitors have found Villa Muscas closed). "Our goal," says the president Renato Serra, "is proposing now that we go into winter, this route through the two elements that have contributed to the development of our economy."

da L'Unione Sarda del 10/10/2010

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: a city alive and happy?





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