Don't Move Movie Review
Turned off yet? If not, then Castellitto's wealth of ostentatious slow-motion shots, employment of cheesy pop songs, and disgusting, exploitive use of a critically wounded young girl for his film's framing story, will undoubtedly do the trick. Adapted from Margaret Mazzantini's novel, Don't Move layers on cheap sentiment and shamelessly calculating plot twists without even a sidewise glance toward rationality. Timoteo's teenage daughter suffers serious head trauma in a motorcycle accident, and while waiting to hear word of her grave condition, Timoteo spies a mysterious figure on the hospital promenade who conjures memories of his beloved Italia, whom he not only loved and planned to run away with (wife and brand new baby be damned), but whom he credits for having healed his tortured soul. As embodied by Castellitto, Timoteo is the kind of misery-relishing sad-sack who enjoys prolonged, empty stares into nothingness, and his behavior is so ridiculous - including one screamingly silly moment when he writes "I Raped A Woman" in the sand while his wife ignorantly saunters by - that it's hard to envisage him as anything less than an absurdly overblown fictional creation. Watching him act forlornly in a dreary bar (in slow-motion, naturally) while Europe's "The Final Countdown" blares from the jukebox is to witness the eye-rolling height of bizarre unintentional comedy.
Which brings us to Cruz, who uglifies herself with bad make-up and ill-fitting clothes in an abortive attempt to duplicate Charlize Theron's Academy Award-winning performance in Monster. Unlike Theron, however, Cruz's monumentally gimmicky performance consists solely of her awkward mannerisms, a garish amalgam of slurred speech, stumbling gait, and teeth-licking that - depending on your mood for labored over-acting - is either eminently laughable or nauseating. Italia is offered up as a benevolent (but lonely) saint who takes Timoteo into her heart because she recognizes his innate goodness, and Don't Move uses her as merely the virtuous vehicle by which Timoteo can expunge himself of his base emotions (among other things) before returning, relieved of despair, to his wife and child as an upstanding family man. Castellitto's wretched romance shows scant empathy for its other primary female either, as Timoteo's cruel, cool wife Elsa's (Claudia Gerini) defining moment is a scene in which she uses the toilet without closing the door. But for a film that has the temerity to depict rape as little more than an uncomfortable getting-to-know-you first date activity, it's hardly surprising to find that Timoteo's ultimate marital options are either a horrifying hag or a raging bitch.
Aka Non ti muovere.
Cast & Crew
Director : Sergio Castellitto
Screenwriter : Sergio Castellitto