The winter of 1917, the North-East front, the final clashes of the Great War. An Italian stronghold situated at 1800 metres above sea level, on the Asiago plateau, described in the novels of Mario Rigoni Stern. It’s snowing everywhere; the Austrian trenches are so close that you can hear the enemy soldiers breathing. A hundred years since the outbreak of World War I, maestro Ermanno Olmi describes with Torneranno i prati his vision of a conflict that cost the lives of 16 million human beings, just as it was brought back to him by the memory of his father, called to arms at 19 years of age, to find himself within the bloodbath of Carso and Piave. A drama that scarred his youth and the rest of his life, just like millions of others.
上海电影节#14#，上海百丽宫影城-环贸iapm店。感觉爆破的声音都要把影院震塌了，座位一直在摇晃，虽然是闷骚又克制的反战片。
几乎是黑白的画面，层次却分明，颗粒的质感如同已百年的一战。诗一般的对白却诉说无比残酷的战争。仅仅是对小到十来人的战队的刻画，甚至连对手都不曾看到，却折射出战争的巨大恐怖。整片弥漫着绝望的寂静，而使得炮火来的那一瞬间变为恐惧。
流星涅槃，夜夜圣诞，年过80的埃曼诺·奥尔米仍在谦逊的做着半个世纪前便肩负起的“凝固时间”的使命，戏剧性与时空感继续双蛇缠绕，电影史最具生命力的作者绝对都是做减法的高手，此刻十分想请炫技小妖《修女艾达》的导演过来扎个马步。
SIFF@百丽宫；泠泠清月下纵歌一曲，茫茫雪原上硝烟纷飞；配乐极好，音效赞，爆发之前的大音希声，对比强烈，具有很强的戏剧效果；摄影好，夜戏也能拍得如此层次分明；一个晚上，几乎同一场景，却能容纳如此丰富的信息，新导们好好学学怎样利用有限因素表达广阔情怀。
画面美，我却看不懂olmi
