starring Adam Driver, Alba Rohrwacher, Roberta Maxwell
written and directed by Saverio Costanzo
by Walter Chaw Not the sequel to the Bruce Springsteen song I was hoping for, Saverio Costanzo's Hungry Hearts is instead the moment at which I completely understand the appeal of Adam Driver. He's Jude; one night, after a particularly unfortunate biological episode, he meets-cute peculiar Mina (Alba Rohrwacher), who's forced to suffer the olfactory fallout with him. They move in together. She gets pregnant, and later we think back on the moment of conception with something like dread. Mina becomes increasingly difficult. She becomes the acolyte of various new-age schemes and trends, finding gurus to follow in the garbage she reads while their son fails to grow. Jude, frantic, sneaks away three times a day on various pretexts to feed his son meat. He's afraid the boy will die. One night, Mina wakes Jude, in a scene Costanzo shoots with a fish-eye lens, and says, "My son threw up meat. Do you know anything about this?"--and then she shrinks out of frame like that giant fish in that one Faulkner story about the bear. Hungry Hearts is a bit of the Naturalism of the Faulkner. It's a bit of the Gothic, too.