The Tree of Wooden Clogs
Time to watch a film, one of the old classics which plucks the chords of our heart. One about forgotten but unforgettable stories. A classic about a bygone Italy, which fell to the wayside due to our silliness or naivety. One which talks about us, how we were, not even that long ago. The film depicts the countryside of Bergamo in the late 19th century. A farmer’s everyday life and the surrounding nature are filmed through a magical, simple lyricism. Eranno Olmi, born in the city struck so severely by the virus, majestically directs it by adding his signature poeticism to the endeavour. His tireless predilection and affection towards the underdogs, his affinity for his country, traditions, roots, make us think of another great interpreter of the Italian cinema, Pier Paolo Pasolini. Just like the director from Friuli, Olmi is often not only the director but he also films and edits his own work. The film won the 1979 David for Best Film, the Palme d’Or and the Prize of the Ecumenical Jury at Cannes in 1978. Dedicated to the victims of Bergamo.