The film is Big Night, which I recommend, it’s on Netflix.
I first watched it when we recorded off the telly, and something had gone wrong with the broadcast and the occasional subtitles were missing.
All the way through the film there were little snippets of conversation in Italian, and I thought it was an odd choice not to give us the subtitles, but thought maybe it was just for flavour and nothing important was being said, beyond what you could grasp from the context.
Then, at the end, an entire conversation, including a major plot resolution, was conducted entirely in Italian, and we realised something had gone wrong. It was very frustrating.
When we watched it last night I realised there was a whole subplot that I had missed! The sense of closure after 15 years is very satisfying.
Anyone else had a similar delayed gratification with movies or tv series or books?
I think I’m still waiting to see the final episode of Ulysses where all the crew finally wake up (did that happen? I don’t know!)