Through the Great Beauty

I cannot recall a film I’ve seen in the past ten years that has moved me like Paolo Sorrentino’s The Great Beauty did. One of my younger brothers gave me hell for using that word film during a return trip from college once upon a time and he let me know just how pretentious it sounded in casual conversation (which in retrospect it did). But here the word seems to apply. There’s something about the movie that demands a distinction.