Unpublished and heartbreaking. The best films of 2025 that were not released in Italy
Usually – hopefully – those who do our job see many films, sometimes too many, often forgettable. But there are lightning strikes that reconcile us with the pleasure of cinema. And these flashes often happen at festivals. Unfortunately, it happens more and more frequently that, in the flood of titles that floods our theaters and especially digital platforms every day, films that we have loved are missing. This year, after the top 10 of the best films of 2025, we dedicate a special list with ten heartbreaks which, at the moment, do not have any Italian distribution. With the hope that someone will fall in love with these films and show them to the public.
All in one evening, all in one setting, almost live: Richard Linklater and the end of an artistic marriage in a great ghost film that resembles a Rodgers & Hart song. With a gigantic – but tiny – Ethan Hawke, in competition at Berlin 75 (where Andrew Scott was awarded). – continue reading
Qualley and Ethan Hawke in Blue Moon by Richard Linklater
(Sabrina Lantos / Sony Pictures Classics)
Nine years later Song One and six from the Cannes screening of InterludeKechiche finally manages to finish the bildungsroman by Amin. And his gaze remains unmistakable, from the observation of bodies to the creation of time bubbles: a triptych that is the most troubled and fascinating work of his filmography. – continue reading
Mektoub, My Love: Canto Due
How do you make a film by transcribing a conversation, which would then be an interview with the photographer, carried out in December 1974, which the writer Linda Rosenkratz ultimately did not publish? In just over seventy minutes, a great film about time that passes and the things that remain, with the monumental Ben Whishaw and Rebecca Hall. – continue reading
Peter Hujar’s Day
It has the fiery colors of Flemish painting and a black and white soul, this first Dutch work which is part of the great Nordic tradition of austere spiritual expressionism, where the landscape is a living metaphor and men seem sculpted in the silence of the primordial world. – continue reading
Reedland di Sven Bresser
“I was a father, I was a filmmaker” says the man who always films everything, as if the camera were an offshoot of his body and soul. “It’s my attempt to hold on to Adrian and let him go”: a wonderful and heartbreaking documentary to tell the story of an unspeakable loss. Out of Competition in Venice 82. – continue reading
Remake
The slow motion of our lives and the friendship of two children on a Sicilian island. The temporal regime of images as on an emotional stratigraphy: Super 8, VHS, digital. Every support is a way of believing in time. Somewhere, in that archive that pulsates within the film, life is revisited to delay and accept detachment. – continue reading
Sciatonostro
A clandestine holiday becomes a journey of liberation: Joachim Lafosse finds light and grace in a film in which nothing seems to happen. A suspended story, where life flows beneath the surface like a subdued restlessness and every silence becomes an internal fact. At the last Rome Festival. – continue reading
Six days that spring (2025)
A summer cycling on the Danube, a teenager who discovers himself and falls in love with a peer. There is an autobiographical inspiration – and there is an echo of Éric Rohmer – in the profound and powerful summer tale of the Catalan Jaume Claret Muxart. In the Orizzonti a Venezia section 82. – continue reading
Jan Monter and Francesco Wenz in Strange River
The inspiration is the incredible theft that occurred in 2012 in a museum in the Netherlands: the director – with Cristian Mungiu as screenwriter – constructs a film that reflects on the reality of migrants, between social realism and human comedy. What is the real “value” of things? What about people? Winner of the XXIX Tertio Millennio Film Fest. – continue reading
Anamaria Vartolomei in Traffic
An ethical, corporeal, retinal detonation. A cinema that bites, that drools, that screams while suffocating. Vomiting the unbearable. The unbearable lightness of being Israeli: Nadav Lapid signs a Bataillian work, furious and deranged, an animal cry that strikes not only the Middle East. Incredibly in the Fortnight and not in competition at Cannes 78. – continue reading
Yes di Nadav Lapid
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