Barnabo of the Mountains

A failed attempt to normalise everything in Dino Buzzati's first novel that feels original, unsettling and poetic. Two hours of silent poses in the film cannot compare at all with this laconic, but full of emotion book. There aren't women in most of Buzzati's works and it is not by chance - why add them, to "compensate" what? There is no equivalent of a film score in his "Barnabo" - no embellishments/explanations, just raw nature (human and other). The original story is about a man who needs to learn to live with himself - and by the end he does. Still not sure what the film "Barnabo" is about, but it bored the hell out of me.