Blood of My Blood

The force of originality felt in the narrative is only matched by Bellocchio's execution.

With consummate artistry and the self-assurance that comes from experience, master helmer Marco Bellocchio continues to play with form and content with an originality that make younger directors look like they’re grasping at ephemeral straws.

It’s a film of strange and moonlit beauty, and touches you like an icy whisper on the back of your neck.

Through both parts, and this is Bellocchio’s admirable achievement, he has life itself impetuously claiming its rights.

For audiences willing to embrace ambiguity and let the characters and images weave their spell, this masterfully shot film played by the director’s stock cast is a treasure.

With Blood of My Blood, Bellochio has made a film about how resilient evil, corruption and human stupidity really are.