what counts more than the possession of things - [...] - is the remembrance of things, the memory of things

One of de Sica's last movies The Garden of the Finzi-Continis opens with some spectacular autumnal views of Ferrara, Italy in 1939. A winner of many accolades, this lyrical dreamy literary film explores anti-Semitism with a twist focusing on privileged Jewish citizens of Italy who hope to isolate themselves from the ugliness of the political climate. Interesting film, although it's literary baggage along with the impression I got that this was a "French film made in Italian" (fast dialogues, upper class manners) made it a rather stuffy experience. This Sony Pictures Classics remastered tale of the Holocaust comes close after The Pianist, which I caught on Sunday. Different films. Different experiences.