The Hawks and the Sparrows

  • November 7, 2015 / 16:00
  • November 18, 2015 / 19:00

Director: Pier Paolo Pasolini
Cast: Totò, Ninetto Davoli, Femi Benussi
Italy, 91’, 1966, black & white
Italian with Turkish subtitles 

The Hawks and the Sparrows, a wildly comic fable, stars the beloved stone faced clown Toto as an Italian everyman, and Ninetto Davoli as his good-natured but empty headed son. Pasolini uses a comic crow, which philosophizes amusingly and pointedly about the passing scene as a counterpoint to the performers, representing humanity, as they progress down the road of life. This tragic fable is a delight that captures the peril of two innocents caught in the paradox of Italian life between the Church and the State.

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