Yesterday I saw Pranzo di ferragosto (English title = Mid-August Lunch), a brief Italian movie (1h15) about a man living with his weird aged mother in Rome. As it is the August 15th holiday, both the apartment manager and his doctor come and strong-arm him into taking in their mothers, too, plus an aunt so that they can abandon the city and not feel guilty.
So this guy has to look after 4 eccentric old women who don't know or like each other. This is Italy, however, so food brings them all together in the end. It was a quite charming movie about making the best of a bad situation.
Last night I re-saw an old Italian movie that first came out in 1977 (and which I saw at the time) -- Una Giornata Particolare by Ettore Scola. With Marcello Mastroianni and Sophia Loren. Winderful film, wonderful acting.
Our small local movie theatre often features "classics" on Monday nights. These days they are showing some old Italian movies. Next week is "Divorce, Italian Style".
I think Divorce, Italian Style was the first foreign movie I ever saw. There was a rundown old movie theatre that showed double features and that was one of the two movies on the program. I am pretty sure that way back then, it was even dubbed into English, because I can't imagine the spectators in a small Mississippi town putting up with subtitles in those days.
I remember finding it interesting and different compared to the usual fare.
Its an Italian film about a man in his 50s who cares for his cantankerous 90 yr old mother. He gets hooked into looking after some of his friend's and neighbours elderly mothers for a few days so they can go away over the August break. The old women clash and then bond and give him hell, but he stays kind and cheerful to them. It is just a gentle, warm, funny film really worth seeing. I sat bouncing with glee for quite a lot of it.
I am still looking for that movie. I heard about it months ago (did Kerouac review it under its Italian title?) and have been looking ever since. Thanks, Tilly -- "bouncing with glee" has to be the highest accolade a film can receive!
In other small-screen news, I am dying of frustration over "Damages". I had a bad case of the twitches after the Mad Men season ended, and a friend suggested I watch "Damages". She has been a super-reliable recommender of tv shows, so I did & I got hooked on it. Meanwhile, she goes off to the States for a month. I couldn't wait until she got back so we could dissect the show. She's back, and it turns out the bimbo has never watched it! She recommended it on the basis of Glenn Close getting an Emmy or something. Grrrrrrrr. Now she's ordered the dvds & I can't say anything for fear of letting out a spoiler.
I am watching "Divorce, Italian Style" online. I've never seen it before, and it's so funny. Marcello Mastroianni is brilliant, with his jaded look, his rushed sneaking here and there, and that sideways cheek sucking thing he does cracks me up.
I found a gorgeous DivX version, but it wasn't subtitled and I couldn't follow the Italian well enough. I'm watching a kind of crappy version on youtube in a zillion installments. Fortunately, the movie is worth it. At least all the installments allow me to neatly stop and save it for later.
The Italian film festivals held here tend to be pretty arty and themed, a big surprise in trashy south Florida. A beauty I saw at the Sicilian film festival a couple of years ago, might show up your way . . . .or perhaps you've seen it already. . . De Roberto's I vicere, the other Sicilian epic but without Burt Lancaster. I was lucky enough to be able to get a DVD of it. I bought the DVD of Noi credevamo a couple of years ago, but as this is definitely a big screen movie, I was thrilled to get to see it in that manner.
Yes, I have seen that, but at the Istituto culturale italiano next to the consulate, and at the time they had a small screen.
There are some good Sicilian films this year at Casa d'Italia (close to where I live) this week: casaditalia.org/it/description/188 (also in French and in English) but I missed the first too as I'm swamped with work.
Strange place, the Casa, a gift by the (fascist) Italian government that was promoting the glories of Italianity to emigrant communities: it still has fascist symbols on its façade, which seems odd.
I looked at the film list. The only ones I haven't seen are Malamuri and La Camino. In fact, I have the DVDs of some and watch them over and over, Will you be able to see Malamuri? If so I await your review. I can't find anything on the net about Malamuri except a link to Olivia Sellerio's song of the same name. (She's the talented daughter of the publishing house)
The Casa itself. What a spectacular example of Fascist architecture!!! And the interior exhibits look equally interesting. How nice to have that resource close at hand.
I hope I'll be able to see some. I've been translating grant requests for arts companies, and it is translating from one coded, bureaucratic language to another. You've certainly encountered the Italian version thereof if you've lived or studied in Italy. Even the notices on buses are in a weird language that I can't imagine any not-very-educated person understanding. Thus, I'm already up since 5 a.m. and turn in so early that I can't go see a film. I simply can't read past 20:00.
But that will end soon.
Yes, it is astonishing that there are still fasci on the façades of that Deco building. You'll tell us (probably mostly fumobici and me) where and why you were living in Italy, but on a different board. It could simply go in "Italy" if you don't find a more appropriate place. But of course if you don't want to say any more, va bene...
I don't for one find your discussion boring. I am actually interesr'ted because I dislike Italian movies. I find the old ones impersonating arrogant machos. I like le the comédies of the years 70 when I was basically waiting for these strikingly beautiful women to take off their clothes. Which they always obediently did at one point or the other. Scénario ? There was no Italian name for scénario for these movies ...
Your comment was precious. I can see your reasons for dislike, but the Italian moves of the past 20 years are something else again. In films,Italian men take off their clothes more regularly than the French do . . . .The Greek films of Angelopoulus I'm watching are tops for naked men.