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(I only worked out their names thanks to the press materials.)
Life is not, of course, a fairytale.
Cruelty encroaches, as does climate change.
We hear that rival trufflers are violating long-established territories and laying out poison bait for the dogs.
Sergio fits his beloved forager Fiona with a muzzle that will protect her, but hes concerned about strychnine.
If it touches her mouth, shes lost.
The movie contains three worlds.
First, there are the oldest truffle hunters, who seem to have stepped out of time.
Sergio drives a muddy jeep and plays the drums.
You feel hemighthave a cell phone.
Sometimes its effort and speed and animal senses.
The Truffle Huntersis a documentary, but its deliberately non-expository.
But are we in one village or four?
Are we being told when these conversations are truly spontaneous and candid?
Can it be quite real?
To meet this painterly atmosphere, shots are composed like illustrations in a storybook.
They include no interviews, no talking heads.
Many scenes have no dialogue, but listen instead to the complicated sounds of the natural world.
The truffle broker Gianfranco begs him to go back into the search, but Angelo is adamant.
We have to teach the youth!
They wore very thick black stockings, but when you arrived at the thighs … you found butter.
We dont have to let it slip away.
