Non ti scordar di me: A voice that carries the whole damn thing

Is it worth the watch?

Look, you’re either here for Beniamino Gigli’s voice or you’re in the wrong place. If you love classic operatic talent, you’ll probably find this charming in its own dusty way. If you need a tight, logical plot that doesn't rely on coincidences to keep moving, you’re going to be annoyed within the first twenty minutes.

It’s the kind of movie that feels like a long, extended music video from the thirties. It doesn't really care about the script as long as the next aria is lined up and ready to go. 🎶

The Gigli Factor

Gigli isn't exactly a subtle actor, but who cares? He has this way of looking at the camera like he’s personally serenading your grandmother. When he sings, the movie just stops trying to be a film and becomes a concert. It’s actually kind of refreshing when it ignores the plot entirely to just let him belt it out.

There’s a scene where he’s trying to be all dramatic and emotional, but his face is just stuck in one setting. It’s honestly a bit funny. But then he hits a high note and you stop noticing that he’s not exactly Marlon Brando.

The Messy Bits

The story is basically a soap opera. People misunderstand each other in rooms with very nice curtains. Everyone is constantly pining for something or someone. It reminds me a little bit of the melodrama in The Locked Heart, where everything feels just a bit too heavy for no real reason.

Also, the pacing is... well, it’s not there. Some scenes just linger way too long, like the director forgot to yell 'cut.' You can feel the movie trying to convince you that this specific romantic dilemma is the most important thing in the world, but it’s just not. 🙄

• The music: Incredible.
• The acting: Mostly just 'standing there.'
• The plot: Forgettable.

I found myself zoning out during the dialogue scenes and then snapping back to attention every time the music started. It’s a very lopsided experience. If you’re into film history, it’s a neat artifact, but don't go in expecting some hidden masterpiece of storytelling.

It’s fine. It’s just fine. Sometimes that's enough for a rainy afternoon when you don't want to think too hard about anything.