One of the best auteurs in action today, Paolo Sorrentino is one of the true masters at marrying beauty and music together. His films often get dismissed as all flash and no soul. But their quest and delivery of magnificent beauty is the thing that brings me the most joy. Parthenope is the summing up of his mission to dazzle with the moving picture. 10 out of 10.
Parthenope is exactly what you’d expect from Paolo Sorrentino: breathtakingly beautiful, achingly stylish, and dripping with melancholy. Every frame looks like a perfume advert—gorgeous people, in golden light, drifting through elegant spaces like lost thoughts. And that's both its strength and problem. The pacing drags, especially in the middle, where whole scenes seem made to be looked at rather than felt. Still it's hard to deny the film's hypnotic pull. Celeste Dalla Porta is quietly magnetic in the title role, though she's often more symbol than person. There are flashes of real emotional weight—grief, desire, identity—but they're fleeting, swept away by the tide of style. It's a lovely film to drift through, even if it occasionally feels like it is drifting too far.
The filming and acting are wonderful but the story is rambling and boring. It seems such a waste of a potential tale, I was really pleased when it ended, what a disappointment.