TIFF Review: Marco Bellocchio's Magnetic Venice FIPRESCI Prize Winner 'Blood Of My Blood'

Italian master filmmaker Marco Bellocchio leaves his plots between his frames, focusing the camera, instead, on moments controlled by finely-felt pathos. Watching his latest film, "Blood Of My Blood," is an experience near-incomparable to anything else. That's often said about films whose genre is hard to pin down, or those whose visuals navigate the story, but this is something else. While it's true that Bellocchio's film belongs to no genre, the only functional compass for it is not necessarily in its visuals, strangely, but in the nebulous juncture where dialogue and music meet tone. More than any other film I've seen in the recent past (Hou Hsiao-Hsien's "The Assassin" as the sole exception, perhaps) "Blood Of My Blood" owes its magnetism to a rhythm that's as symphonic as a Vivaldi concerto. READ MORE: The 20 Most Anticipated Films Of The 2015 Toronto International Film Festival The melancholic cloud over the picture owes its particles to two...