original title:
Hungry Hearts
directed by:
cast:
Adam Driver, Alba Rohrwacher, Roberta Maxwell, David Aaron Baker, Dennis Rees, Victoria Cartagena, Ginger Kearns
screenplay:
Saverio Costanzo, from the novel "Il bambino indaco" by Marco Franzoso
cinematography:
set design:
Amy Williams
costume design:
music:
producer:
production:
Wildside, Rai Cinema, supported by Ministero della Cultura
distribution:
01 Distribution [Italy], Umbrella [Australia], A-Film Distribution [Belgium], Métropole Films Distribution [Canada], Bac Films [France], Odeon - Rosebud.21 [Greece], Edko Films [Hong Kong], Myndform [Iceland], The Klockworx Co. [Japan], A-Film Distribution [Netherlands], Nos Lusomundo Audiovisuais [Portugal], Challan [South Korea], Atom Cinema [Taiwan], M3 Film [Turkey], Gulf Film [United Arab Emirates], IFC Films - Sundance Selects [United States]
world sales:
country:
Italy
year:
2014
film run:
113'
format:
colour
release date:
15/01/2015
festivals & awards:
Jude is an American, Mina an Italian. They meet by chance in New York City. After a whirlwind romance, they get married and she becomes pregnant. A brand new life begins for both of them. Since the early months of pregnancy Mina is convinced that her child will be special; it is her mother instinct that tells her so. This child must be protected from all the pollution of the outside world and, to respect his nature, his purity must also be preserved. For the sake of his love for Mina, Jude plays along with her, until he reaches the point where he has to face a terrible truth: his son is not growing, and his life is in danger. Jude must act quickly. A covert battle of suspicions and resentments begins between Jude and Mina, leading to a desperate search for a solution in which everyone’s motive gets blurred.
DIRECTOR'S NOTES:
I read the book a year and half before writing Hungry Hearts. It impressed me, but at the same time it repulsed me, probably because somehow, somewhere the story affected me. Time passed by and, one day, I began working on the script, following my memories, without rereading the book again. That’s how Franzoso’s story accompanied me, in the search of what has turned into a very personal tale.