Just to be pedantic


There was plenty of fire wood which could have easily been carved into a new clog for the boy.

He didn't have to cut down a tree right next to the road either

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Well maybe it was a different kind of wood than the firewood they normally use. Each tree has its own wood characteristics. Some are good for building a house, some are good for kindling a fire, and some are good for carving say a clogs. Other than that, it might have been just what Director Olmi wants to portray: A guy cutting down a tree.
I just hope no Tree-Hugger got offended by this scene.

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This movie wasn’t set in a canadian forest.
The plain of the river Po is a fully cultivated land, as you can see in the movie. The trees are all planted in rows on the edge of the fields, along the rivers or the roads. So, there’s no way to hide the loss of one of them.

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Or Battisti could have used the coin he found to buy new shoes for the boy, assuming that the coin was of enough value for this( I forgot at this point if he lost the coin before or after Minec broke his clogs). BTW, he was somewhat - sorry to say - silly, at the very least, idiotic at the most, to hide the coin under a horse's hoof, of all places. There were so many places he could've stashed the coin, why elect to hide it in the stable under the nag's foot where it was sure to get misplaced under all the straw and muck.

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Wasn't the coin found by one guy, and the clog made by another? The fact that the guy felt the need to hide the coin suggests that the people living in that hamlet weren't entirely all-for-one, despite their cooperative farming efforts.


Baseball lies to us seductively, and we know we're being seduced, and we don't complain.

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"despite their cooperative farming efforts"

I loved the quick little scene where one girl is out collecting some firewood from her family's pile, and as she is walking back she sees no one is looking and she quickly snags a few pieces from her neighbor's pile.


"My name is Paikea Apirana, and I come from a long line of chiefs stretching all the way back to the Whale Rider."

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My mother told me about my grandfather who was born in the Indian Territory in what is now Oklahoma. He had a *beep* neighbor who stole. He would go out in the evening with a sack and come back with chickens or anything else he could find in a rural area.

He started stealing chopped firewood, too lazy to get his own. My grandfather drilled a hole in a piece, poured in some gunpowder and sealed it with mud. One night they heard an explosion in the guy's wood stove. The wood stealing stopped.

I don't know everything. Neither does anyone else

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The man who found the coin was different than the one who made the clog...

I thought his hiding spot was genius but not for the amount of time he expected it to stay... That was the more silly part, not to mention blaming the horse afterward lol

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