‘Good Morning, Night’ is a brilliant film. I saw it over a year ago and my memory of it is too dim to base a review on, but vivid enough for the fact it’s been slept on to get to me. Perhaps it’s one of those ‘You don’t have to have read Mandel’s “From Stalinism to Eurocommunism” to enjoy this film but it helps’ kinds of movie. But I know shamefully little about Italy in the ’70s and found this compelling in an old-fashioned ‘moral problem’ type way. If you adopt a certain revolutionary perspective, killing Aldo Moro is both important and insignificant: politically important and humanly insignificant. But how can you be sure that the masses you claim to represent, who you claim to be ‘waking up’ with your violent acts, will agree? Will in fact the human act have political consequences? And is it even possible that one should consider human consequences first? I think these are important questions, and deserve better than Peter Bradshaw, who complains that ‘the action is disappointingly bloodless and muted’ before remarking that the film ‘fastidiously and even evasively turns away from the horrible fact of Moro’s grisly slaying,’ both missing the point and perhaps illustrating it. ‘Rope done right’ is my esoteric poster quote.