The Hand of God

In 1980s Naples, Italy, an awkward Italian teen struggling to find his place experiences heartbreak and liberation after he’s inadvertently saved from a freak accident by football legend Diego Maradona.
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Credits: TheMovieDb.

Film Cast:

  • Fabietto Schisa: Filippo Scotti
  • Saverio Schisa: Toni Servillo
  • Maria Schisa: Teresa Saponangelo
  • Patrizia: Luisa Ranieri
  • Marchino Schisa: Marlon Joubert
  • Franco: Massimiliano Gallo
  • Baronessa Focale: Betti Pedrazzi
  • Alfredo: Renato Carpentieri
  • San Gennaro: Enzo De Caro
  • Yulia: Sofya Gershevich
  • Marriettiello: Lino Musella
  • Armando: Biagio Manna
  • Antonio Capuano: Ciro Capano
  • Aldo Cavallo: Alessandro Bressanello
  • Graziella: Birte Berg
  • Signora Gentile: Dora Romano
  • …: Monica Nappo
  • …: Cristiana Dell’Anna
  • …: Alfonso Perugini
  • Dottoressa: Marina Viro
  • Diego Maradona: Daniele Vicorito

Film Crew:

  • Producer: Scott Stuber
  • Costume Design: Mariano Tufano
  • Director: Paolo Sorrentino
  • Art Direction: Saverio Sammali
  • Original Music Composer: Lele Marchitelli
  • Editor: Cristiano Travaglioli
  • Producer: Teresa Moneo
  • Director of Photography: Daria D’Antonio
  • Key Makeup Artist: Federico Carretti
  • Producer: Lorenzo Mieli
  • Hair Designer: Marco Perna
  • Sound Effects Editor: Mirko Perri
  • Producer: David Kosse
  • Makeup Designer: Vincenzo Mastrantonio
  • Visual Effects Supervisor: Rodolfo Migliari
  • Sound Mixer: Emanuele Cecere
  • Supervising Sound Editor: Silvia Moraes
  • Hairstylist: Peter Nicastro
  • Production Design: Carmine Guarino
  • Casting: Annamaria Sambucco
  • Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Michele Mazzucco
  • Dialogue Editor: Matteo Eusepi
  • Dialogue Editor: Alessandro Quaglio
  • Set Costumer: Giada Lombino

Movie Reviews:

  • badelf: Calling this a “coming-of-age” film is like calling Bud Lite a beer. They’re not in the same class. I compare this film to my other favorite re-telling of a seminal childhood memory – Joanna Hogg’s Souvenir.

    The great Austrian poet, Rainer Maria Rilke, once wrote “For it is not yet the memories themselves. Not till they have turned to blood within us, to glance and gesture, nameless and no longer to be distinguished from ourselves – not till then can it happen that in a most rare hour the first word of a verse arises in their midst and goes forth from them.” And that is visible here. Sorrentino writes this film in his own nameless, demential blood. I laughed. I cried. This film is one of those rare captures of the human condition. This is a brilliant piece of storytelling with masterful direction and top-notch acting.

    That’s all I have to say.

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