This was a very different experience for me; I was used to movies reaching a climax (what I called the Disney moment) and, that;'s when I'd get a dose of dopamine. But, for this movie, without any direct action having been taken, by about two-thirds the way through I reached a low level state of bliss -- and that lasted the rest of the film. I don't know what your experience was, or would be, but, of course, I'd like to think it much the same.

I almost don't want to re-watch it, just so I don't mess with that memory -- it is a touch-stone to this day, I just remember the title and it takes me back to that springtime in Italy -- that ground so magic & fertile a walking stick stuck in the ground would take root, and that group of women, drawn together, each different but living their best lives in that vacation. A magic so strong even an errant husband's infidelities are washed away, and his bent made straight as if blessed by Cupid.

It's not Shakespeare or John Steinbeck's, "the Chrysanthemums," or Ingmar Bergman, where you feel a fuller sense of your humanity...you just feel happy, and at peace. (Well, I did, and hope it's the same for you!)

[I also **highly** recommend, for that _Shakespearean experience,_ "Fanny and Alexander," (1982)...what was supposed to be Ingmar Bergman's retirement film -- where he throws in everything and the kitchen sink, even openly speaking directly to the audience through his characters (like Kurt Vonnegut appearing before and speaking directly to his character Kilgore Trout in, "Breakfast of Champions," you _feel_ the sense of importance, but without the adrenaline).]