Film

The Truffle Hunters

Name: The Truffle Hunters
Genre: Documentary
Released: 2020
Cast: Carlo Gonella, Sergio Cauda, Aurelio Conterno, Angelo Gagliardi, Maria Cicciù

A slow, gorgeously shot documentary about the last old men of Piedmont who still hunt white truffles by lamplight with their dogs, guarding secret forest routes like state secrets. It's funny, melancholic, and shot like a series of Dutch paintings — more a mood and a way of life than a story. Good for anyone who wants cinema, not content.

TMDb rating

7.5

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