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Don't Move

SYNOPSIS

A rainy day. A car fails to stop at a red light. A fifteen-year old girl brakes, skids, and is thrown off her scooter. The ambulance races towards the hospital. The same hospital where the girl's father works as a surgeon. Timoteo waits as his colleague performs surgery on his daughter. The terror of this extreme event causes him to cast aside his mask of steadfastness, cynicism, model father and husband, revealing an estranged and violent self. In an attempt to fill the silence of coma with words, death with life, he conducts an imaginary conversation with his daughter in which he reveals a painful secret. The seemingly squalid story of a powerful and visceral extra-marital love affair.

What emerges is a scorching summer of many years earlier, a squalid urban suburb, a downtrodden, destitute woman with a high-sounding name - Italia.

Don't Move

About the film

How much time have I spent thinking about this film? A great deal, a very great deal. Some evenings, my wife Margaret would give me a few pages to read. I read them, I followed her character's steps through the book, as he sinks into an abyss of love, cowardice, and pity, and I was moved. By the poor, mistreated woman, by the well-to-do, solitary man, by the comatose young daughter. As I read of their vicissitudes, I was filled with pity for myself, as a man and as a father. And what shone forth most clearly in the story was the misery of the human condition, the labor of living life. And the poetry. That hint of the sublime and the ridiculous that makes life splendid.

There was that vivid, visionary writing. As I read, I saw the story. As I read, I filmed the story.

I wondered whether I'd succeed, not just in telling the novel's story, but also in filling it with the same moral density. Could I film the thin line that divides good from evil, justice from iniquity? Could I film the overpowering of a woman without adding outrage? Could I film a man's criminal selfishness without condemning him?

I like to show the closed fist of life, the few things that really matter. Maybe it's my age - I'm no longer a young man - but I've stopped feeling embarrassed. I need to tell stories about the humble, offensive, necessary things that serve life, that allow us to live it with decency.

I searched for locations and actors like a blind man, groping in the darkness, sniffing for a good scent, a good wind.

I needed a suburb, and I found a ghost city; I needed an enchantress, and Penelope arrived. I needed heat, and I waited for summer.

I arrived on the set like every director, tired of imagining. Tired of notes and storyboards. I said, Action, and I watched what I'd dreamed, what I'd already seen countless times with my eyes closed. It was different - it's always different - but it was good like that. It wasn't easy to be both director and actor: the Kleenex around my shirt collar bothered me. For the rest, I must say that the story both destroyed me and guided me. I shouted, I trembled, I smoked like a fiend. And I was afraid of dying before I finished the film. And it was only when they poured champagne on me after the last take that I killed the fear I had of this movie, this touching story, this truth. Editing it was a delight: it was a question of removing the peel and squeezing out the juice.

I have to thank everyone, from the producers to the stagehands, for the special feeling - like premature nostalgia - that they put into this segment of life we've passed through together.

Sergio Castellitto

Don't Move

The film as seen by Margaret Mazzantini

This is a film about pity and love: the illicit, tender love of two forlorn people afloat in a blue city, each floundering in the other's breath like fish in a net. She's a lamb lost in a downpour; he's the wolf searching for her. Not to eat her, but to fall at her feet.

It's the story of a man who asks women to forgive him in the rain.

There's a surgeon who wears a green scrub suit and rubber gloves so he can plunge into life without soiling his own living flesh. There's a bourgeois wife, beautiful and implacable. There's a modern daughter, who listens to music while riding around on a motor scooter with her helmet strap hanging loose¡K.and there's rain, and urban birdshit, and the slippery muck that makes wheels skid. And there's our life - so stingy, so stagnant, suddenly compromised, uncovered.

For the rest, there's a pallid hospital corridor, and a pallid man against a wall.

The music of an old song returns, a song of younger days, when he loved and killed by mistake. When he wept at night and ran in the sun and looked for the empty hole of his true self.

And a little woman returns, with a name as big as a country: Italia.

A woman as beautiful as her ugliness, as her truth. A woman who smells like a sacrifice. And the world is drenched in love. A dog passes, a river passes, and a child who has found no home on earth passes, too.

It's still raining. The rich, wretched man kneels at the feet of the poor queen. "You'll never forgive me, will you?"

"God won't forgive us."

"God doesn't exist!"

"Let's hope so, my love. Let's hope so."

They stay suspended like that, waiting for mercy. They leave Rome like two people on a Sunday excursion, heading for a southern town, skirting a mountain transfixed by a cross.

Then time passes, the summer passes, years of seasons pass. Leaves lie in heaps under the plane trees that line the streets. The rains return. Only love remains, together with the leaves and the scraps of paper lifted by the wind.

Love like a spore that migrates and grows fertile.

This is a film that leaves us famished with nostalgia for what we really need. It's a symbolic film that casts no spells, yet confers magical powers on things just by descending into that hollow place where our absences lurk - our innermost yearnings, our secret desires.

Margaret Mazzantini

Don't Move

Production Notes

After seeing Sergio Castellitto's Libero Burro here at Cattleya we were all convinced that he had the "sure" touch of a born Director. Despite the modest success of this first film, his creative imagination and juxtaposition of symbolic images, his intuitive camera movements, his ability to guide the actors, were all unmistakeably present. It was clear that this was no one-off flirtation with cinema. Sergio (like Michele Placido) had a true vocation. We signed a contract with him for a film and began to look for a story. Things moved slowly, between his many acting commitments and our own projects.

I have always been a great admirer of Margaret Mazzantini. Even since I read Il Catino di zinco, saw her act and met her in person. It always seemed to me that her talent and intelligence had a mysterious quality. We heard that she was writing a book (we didn't know then on what) and my instinct told me that we would buy the film rights.

The rest happened as a matter of course. Sergio wrote the script "in solitary confinement" and with the minimum of "back-up" from us, succeeding in winning over everyone who read it. Even Penelope Cruz, who fell in love with the story and was determined to play a part in the movie. She in turn won all of us over, Sergio especially, who saw in her the Italia he had been looking for.

The film is distributed by Medusa, who also co-financed it. Medusa continues to play a courageous and critical role in re-launching Italian cinema. We all hope that its well-deserved success will confirm this direction.

Non ti muovere is also a co-production with Alquimia Cinema in Spain, with whom we have already worked on I'm Not Scared. Italy and Spain are the most active European countries in the film industry today. The film's English co-producer is The Producers Films.

The budget was 6.0 million euro. International sales are being looked after by the English company Capitol Films (I'm Not Scared), who have already sold the rights in Japan, France (Europacorp) and Latin America.

The film was released in Italy on March 12th and has grossed so far over 8 million euros: one of this year's most important successes and a further confirmation of the favourable moment that Italian's cinema is currently experiencing.

Riccardo Tozzi

Don't Move



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