Have you ever watched an Italian film from the 1960’s and you are loving the aesthetics, the handsome men, gorgeous woman and then the hero slaps the leading lady and they fall into a loving passion? Granted I love older films and wish I knew how to do my make up like them and cinch my waist with those cute belts. I see a parallel in motherhood here, especially with the relationship of mother to son. Not all the movies are overly rough. This one, while comic, does demonstrate the different sides of the coin of love.
Whether it’s Marcello Mastroianni or a cherubic toddler, the road of love is not a smooth one.