Bursts with powerful originality and some very deep thinking on screen.
VARIETY

Costanzo’s film is beautifully shot, and his visual sense has a hint of the ironic…Costanzo’s camera drifts through the seminary’s great empty corridor, lingers on figures silhouetted in the distance, and frequently just settles on Andrea’s face, in which, and to which, nothing is ever really revealed…a quiet but intense Italian drama
BBC CHANNEL 4

It is the ultimate simplicity of “In Memory Of Myself” from which its profundity derives…like the sequestered lives that it portrays, Constanza’s film is stripped down to its bare essentials. The characters’ merest glances and gestures carry with them a remarkably focused intensity, as do their occasional words, delivered in hushed tones but always feeling as though they are being shouted. The silence with which speech is often met in the film can be as devastating as any vocal riposte. It is hauntingly beautiful, but it also encapsulates one of the film’s central themes: that in order to find who you really are, you also must forget who you are. On paper this may just sound like sub-Yoda waffle, but for the two hours that Costanza’s hauntingly earnest film lasts, and perhaps beyond, it is all too easy to lose yourself.
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Evocative and mysterious, the film is also a triumph of functional design: It leaves the viewer plenty to ponder and at the same time creates a space for contemplation.
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