A few weeks ago I went to the movies. Le Otto Montagne1 the film was called, and it played in Italian language only. A zero-action piece so contrary to the usual overwrought Hollywood productions, it almost hurt. Powerfully grand yet quiet pictures of mighty mountains, raw nature, and locals trying to eke out a living from this picturesque tract of land near to the Swiss border. A movie that had an almost visceral effect on many of the viewers. And what – at first – felt boring and bland, morphed into a potent almost overpowering impression of roaring silence. … [...] Click to raid more!