Word: rome
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...that he must flee for his life. And therein lies the key to this film's success. For Carlei wants to thrust us into the mind of this almost completely silent boy. He gives us no more information than Vito acquires, in bits and pieces, as he flees to Rome in search of something, somebody -- we're not sure. Carlei's camera is often radically subjective, seeing through Vito's eyes as the boy rushes panicked through the streets. Equally often it is radically objective, tracking a small, lonely figure in landscapes mysterious and menacing...
These things we learn in due course: that Vito's sole surviving relative is a small-time crook in Rome; that the dead boy in the cave had been kidnapped by Vito's family and was being held for ransom; that the family's slayers were members of a rival clan (though their precise motives remain obscure). Vito catches glimpses of the dead boy's parents on TV, making anguished pleas for his return. Eventually he feels compelled to make his way to them, and attempts to crawl into their son's bed, into his very life. The moviemakers note...
...fact, the culture through which Merrill moved was, most of the time, not "European" at all. Expatriate Americans are more numerous and more important in A Different Person than anyone born and raised overseas. An exception is Dr. Detre, the Rome-based psychiatrist whom Merrill sees almost daily during his residence in Italy, and who eventually becomes Merrill's only reason to stay in the country...
...past 15 years, Janney said, he has taken his act "not to clubs but on the streets." Previous displays have taken place in the New York subway, the Spanish steps in Rome and the steps of the Justice Department in Washington, he said...
...undermine civilization." Qui, moi? Responsible for the decline and fall of civilizations from east to west and back again? My, my, but I have been a busy, busy girl. All that time I was supposed to be off writing my too-too fabulous dissertation, I was actually fiddling while Rome burned. I obviously do not have my priorities, er, straight. Calgon, take me away...