Film history is rife with character studies of boys growing into young men, their subsequent passage through inevitably-conflicted middle-age and their uneasy settlement into sadder-but-wiser dotage. Singular characters like Charles Foster Kane, Jay Gatsby, Jett Rink, Biff Loman and Michael Corleone become who and what they are primarily through the filters of their family experiences, healthy, toxic or in-between. Tennessee Williams, Arthur Miller, Robert Benton, Paul Thomas Anderson and/or Martin McDonagh are capable of populating small worlds with characters like this, in impressively innovative fashion. They are unique people while being elementally recognizable as well.
I need more than ten fingers to assess how many inferior films are well-structured narratively, featuring terrific performances and lovely camerawork, but are wholly about people I shouldn’t, or flat-out don’t, care about. Every middling writer/director wants to be the John Bradshaw of American film, exposing the bitter, crisis-driven irony of poor schlubs who are victims of, or victors over, dysfunctional, co-dependent, ignorant, projecting, shaming or indignantly showboating families.
I’m a bit more cynical about these films than the usual crowd, who are just fine with the likes of Call Me By Your Name, Toni Erdmann, King Richard or Raising Arizona. As an instructive remedy to these cleverly hidden middle-brow soap operas, may I recommend Felix van Groeningen and Charlotte Vandermeersch’s The Eight Mountains (Le Otto Montagne) (Italy/Belgium, 2022)? Sometimes shitty parents inspire their kids to overcome and transcend them. Sometimes the smartest and most sensitive parents still raise screwed-up kids. Or end up with great kids through no fault or particular effort of their own. The characters created by novelist Paolo Cognetti veer unpredictably between duty and instinct, kindness and self-interest, purpose and indulgence, neglect and resilience. The smart and detailed adaptation that van Groeningen and Vandermeersch fashion from the novel takes its time with the characters, admirably, as they grow through adolescence and create their own life paths.
Young Pietro’s mother, Francesca (Elena Lietti) rents a small summertime vacation flat in Valle d’Aosta, Italy, deep within the Italian Alps, so she and Pietro can spend a leisurely picturesque summer while Pietro’s father, Giovanni (Filippo Timi), continues working at his sizeable engineering firm in Turin. Their neighbors, the Guglielminas, are a modest family raising a few cows and steer for dairy farming. Their son, Bruno (Cristiano Sassella), is the only other kid in the small village, and he and Pietro (Lupo Barbiero) become fast friends. Bruno’s rarely-seen father takes itinerant bricklaying jobs throughout Italy, leaving Pietro and his aunt Sonia (Chiara Jorrioz) to tend the small herd at home. Whomever used to be Bruno’s mother is long gone, and Bruno’s not chatty about it.
A few summers along, Giovanni decides he’ll spend a bit of time in Valle d’Aosta as well, even for just a week or two. In theory, it’s nice to have Dad around, since he wants to do other stuff Pietro doesn’t normally do, and his enthusiasm for hiking the mountains is contagious. But he brings his urban gruffness and competitive condescension, things Pietro clearly didn’t miss. Dad teaches Pietro and Bruno a lot during their mountain hiking expeditions, and, slowly, Giovanni warms to Bruno almost as a surrogate son. Pietro is good just sitting in the living room reading quietly in Mom’s company, but his awkwardness on hikes and climbs is a bit mortifying, and he feels unfairly pressured from Dad. After chatting with Aunt Sonia, Giovanni and Francesca decide they’ll bring Bruno back to Turin with the three of them to get a better education. Pietro is furious – he finds it presumptuous that they assume Bruno’s existence here in Grana is beneath what they feel would be better for him. But it turns out to be a moot point; Bruno’s Dad gets wind of their wishes, doesn’t want Bruno in Turin, and takes Bruno away for the next fifteen summers. Pietro blames his parents, and may never forgive them.
Now grown, Pietro (Luca Marinelli) encounters Bruno (Alessandro Borghi) in a local tavern, back from wherever. But they still don’t actually converse again until Giovanni, Pietro’s father, dies a few years later. Pietro arrives back in Grana; after the funeral in Turin, and discovers that Bruno already has a fire lit in the small apartment stove, and comes to visit not long after Pietro has settled in. Eventually, Bruno convinces Pietro to help him rebuild an abandoned, wrecked stone cottage fairly high into the mountains – a pretty lengthy motorcycle ride, followed by a long uphill hike. But Giovanni loved the idea of rebuilding that stone cottage, and Bruno promised him he’d do it. After all of this time, the two come together to create a permanent monument to their divergent past, with Pietro declaring that he and Bruno will now meet back there every summer, like childhood.
Bruno ends up with a wife (Elisabetta Mazzullo), daughter and nanny – Francesca, Pietro’s mother – while Pietro travels to Nepal, where he discovers the “eight mountains,” and an important lesson about them. Nonetheless, how Bruno and Pietro navigate their lives in what’s left of their time, alone or together, makes up the later episodes of the film.
van Groeningen and Vandermeersch craft a complex but surveyable narrative, eschewing the usual “epic” trappings of crisis-to-ordeal-to-redemption in favor of a slow but ever shifting series of events and transitions that that hold you rapt and curious until that particular series of events reach a logical conclusion. The two collaborators are very good at matching their eccentric but purposeful visual rendering of events to Ruben Impens’ flawless object choices and compositions in his masterful cinematography. Like John Ford, Impens seems to feel that relegating the Italian Alps to the status of “another character” would be unforgivably reductive. I found Daniel Norgren’s musical inserts a bit intrusive and grating, but I understand the styles that his choices draw from. If you’ve got a chunk of time where you can give yourself over to this deliberate but rewarding story and can swim around in its gorgeous imagery for 2-1/2 hours, then I highly recommend it.
“The Eight Mountains” continues at the Gene Siskel Film Center in early June and should be streaming soon.