Matteo Garrone's latest offering explores the darker side of instant celebrity, writes Peter Calder
After a handful of films little seen outside his native Italy, writer-director Matteo Garrone seized the cinema-going world by the throat in 2008 with Gomorrah, a grim, fictionalised depiction of the Neapolitan mafia. It won the Grand Prix (effectively second prize) at Cannes, a feat Garrone repeated with his next movie, Reality, which opens here next week.
The title drips with irony, since it's actually the story of a man's descent into a world of delusion. Luciano (Aniello Arena), is a handsome Neapolitan fishmonger and small-time scam artist, whose broad drag acts at weddings and birthdays prompt his family to urge him to audition for the reality TV show Big Brother (or Grande Fratello, as it's called in Italy). At first, almost imperceptibly, and then with unsettling inevitability, his longing for the instant celebrity conferred by the show becomes an all-consuming obsession. Believing he is constantly being watched and assessed by scouts for the show he begins to feign an extravagant altruism that beggars his family.
Garrone discovered Arena, who is serving 28 years for three murders committed as a hitman for a Naples gang, when he saw a theatre production staged at the prison. The actor returned to prison at the end of each day's shooting.
The film's one-line synopsis had me expecting an attack on reality television, but in fact the film is not about Big Brother as a malevolent force; it's about the expectations that Luciano projects on it.