Like many documentaries, a portrait. Confessions, memories, old images, poetry, details. Result - a correct work. Maibe, it could be better. Maybe, the circle of people discusing about Luchino Visconti is not real large. But, after the final credits, in my case, two things are real significant. The first - the words of Helmuth Berger about the need to preserve to himself the details of this splendid, fundamental relationship. The second the circle beginning - end. And the emotion behind fragments of films and the posible keys. A decent film about a great director. Just a nice portrait.
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