A vaccinated cineaste, an interview with Steno

Steno, aka Stefano VanzinaHere’s another interview with Stefano Vanzina, aka Steno [see also here].  Once again, this was translated from an old copy of the Italian newspaper L’Unita.

Seventy one years old and with fifty nine films to his name, Steno has been underestimated, despised, reevaluated, overestimated.  At a point in which ye has to balance his life, stating that he dedicates himself simultaneously to the sublime and the essential, Steno continues to work with as much force as he did in the old days, when he wrote stories or sketches for Marc’Aurelio, or when he co-directed in tandem with Mario Monicelli.

“What can I do, they telephone me continuously,” says Steno, who has in the last twelve months shot Doppio delitto and Piedone l’africano and is currently planning another film with Alberto Sordi.  “And I don’t want to be like the old man who slams the door in the face of new ways.  Nonetheless, I believe that the young need to heed what has gone before, in the sense that through all those years, they are pieces in the puzzle.  I believe also that there’s an objective need to change Italian cinema, because for us working in television or advertising isn’t as good for getting experience as in the United States.  And mental laziness weighs heavy.  Take the producers… they cry with misery, they’re always on the verge of suicide, but they have no interest in looking for new ideas.

Enrico Maria Salerno in La polizia ringrazia

Enrico Maria Salerno in La polizia ringrazia

“But it isn’t just the young or the inexperienced who are rejected by producers,” says Steno.  “Even I, who has been able to work with a certain security for some time, when I tried to get them interested in the script for La polizia ringrazia they wouldn’t take me seriously.  And the film, which didn’t cost much, I ended up practically producing it on my own.  Certainly, it was a risk, and I often asked myself if I’d be able to involve someone like Enrico Maria Salerno, or if people would want to see a poliziesco which I’d devised, and which didn’t feature a cop who goes around slapping people in the face.  As it was, it was more successful than I expected and also gave rise to the ‘poliziotto’ filone.  Always you have the usual industrial crap in Italian cinema before you do a shoot, then you have to queue up in the worst possible way.  It displeases me that things are like that.  And I continue to sustain that it wasn’t a reactionary film.”

Steno is happy to talk, and he’s doing well. It’s no coincidence that he started out as an actor.  “In 1930, I lived in a hotel with my family which we owned and which was frequented by actors.  When I was thirteen I very much liked being the centre of attention and started out by reciting futuristic poetry, stuff like ‘bim, bam, bum, crash, splash, patapum.’  Well, one girl took me to do this in the alcove at De Bono, among the black marketeers, and the director Febo Afari cast me in his film of Pinocchio.  I met him in my rooms and all the street boys took me for his pretty boy.  Nonetheless, that’s how I got into Italian cinema, before moving onto Marc’Aurelio with all the others.  Like Fellini, for instance, who came into the office to show us his drawings.”

“During the war, I was in Naples with the Americans. I played the voice of Il Duce in a radio program called Stella bianca.  Then when I returned to Rome I happened into the magazines.    Il suo carello was produced by De Laurentiis and directed by Renato Castellani, that was something out of the ordinary.  We couldn’t believe it, but it wasn’t a joke.  After that I did Il gagman for Macario… and then in 49 I co-directed  Al diablo la celebrita with Monicelli.”

How was it working with another director?

“It was like a sexual thing… we laughed at the same stuff, and it never occurred to us to think who was better or best. I was more occupied with the actors, Mario loved being behind the movie camera.  At the time we spent a lot of time together, he was easier to see. Physically, I mean.  Even though he continues to repeat that he’s nothing more than an artisan, Mario continues to remain faithful to his vision.  I, on the other hand, am not a fan of flashy aesthetics.  You could say that I don’t feel the movie cameras, to quote Chaplin.”

Guardia e ladri, with Alberto Sordi

Guardia e ladri, with Alberto Sordi

Of Toto, Steno directed the great Neapolitan actor fourteen times.  “Doing films with Toto was a sufferance.  We always depended on his invention, and everything else had to revolve around him.  He collaborated instinctively, and would only work in the afternoons because he said that the mornings weren’t good for making people laugh, stealing a line from Oliver Hardy.  Toto was an extremely egocentric type.  When we took him the script of Guardie e ladri his response was: “Very nice, but what do I do?”  But he’d tease Aldo Fabrizi.  It made him laugh to make mistakes, with his found improvisations.  He’d say profanities that weren’t submissable on the screen, which made it all difficult.  But he was a marvel.  These ‘mostri’, they always gave their all, which makes it difficult now to settle for some of the anodyne performances of some of the actors in circulation now.  Certainly, they needed reining in, as you’d expect from avavspettacolo performers, or they risked unbalancing the film.  Apart from anything else, even the neo-realists borrowed from avanspettacolo, just think of Fabrizi and Magnani in Rosselini’s Roma citta aperta.

And Alberto Sordi?

Un giorno in pretura, one of Steno's most succesful films

Un giorno in pretura, one of Steno’s most succesful films

Alberto Sordi gifted the best episode of Un giorno in pretura to me.  But it wasn’t easy to convince the producers, because when they read in the script that the actor was nude they said: “Surely you’re mad, Sordi nude?  Put in Walter Chiari instead, Sordi will disgust everyone!”

Nonetheless, they were very productive, these old school producers…

“They were mad.  All of them.  The honourable Barattolo, who always had Francesca Bertini at his side, he had a pedal under his desk which he could ring the telephone with and get rid of pests.  Fortunato Misiano, who couldn’t understand there was another world apart from cinema, one day he said to me: “I found this great story, I was sent it to read, but I didn’t realise this son of a bitch had taken it from a book.”

“But now,” concludes the director, “there isn’t the same spirit and we live without knowing whether things will succeed.  In order to do a film they want it to be some kind of abstruse co-production, or you need to wait years for the actors to become available.  But I continue to say that cinema isn’t in crisis, just the way you make a film for the audience.  In Italy, cinema doesn’t describe the setting, doesn’t talk to people.  Any yet any film is a reflection of the lives and humour of a culture, because the books arrive too late. “

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Jerry Ross, aka Gerardo Rossi

Gerardo Rossi in one of many Fotoromanzi

Gerardo Rossi in one of many Fotoromanzi

Jerry Ross, aka Gerardo Rossi, was another Italian actor who was more famous for his career in fotoromanzi than cinema.  He appeared in just six films between 1967 and 1973, all of which had limited budgets and equally limited success, but his fotoromanzi career – which started in the same year – was still going strong in 2006, making him one of the longest lasting stars of the medium.

His film debut came in the 1967 film Colt in the Hand of the Devil, directed by Sergio Bergonzelli.  This not-too-bad spaghetti western starred Bob Henry as a hired gun paid to track down and eliminate a gang of Mexican bandits led by George Wang.  Despite being his debut, Ross had reasonably prominent billing and a not insubstantial role.  Rather than capitalize on it, though, Ross moved into the more lucrative fotoromanzi field, appearing regularly in publications like Lancio, and it would be four years before he appeared in another film. Black Killer, directed by Carlo Croccolo in 1971, was a low budget production notable mainly for the appearance of Klaus Kinski as a gun fighting lawyer, complete with hidden weapons in the law books he carries round with him.  The rest of the plot was the usual nonsense, with Fred Robsham playing a Sheriff battling with a quintet of bandito brothers, and Ross had a supporting role as Robsham’s brother.

1972 bought another low budget spaghetti western, Demofilo Fidani’s Giu le mani… carogni, and this was such a cheapjack production that it was actually knitted together from footage used in previous Fidani films.  Ross features in the framing device, as Wild Bill Hickok, listening to Django (Hunt Powers) recount his previous adventures (the recycled sequences).  Unsurprisingly, this one didn’t break any box office records, although it undoubtedly made a profit and probably did well in distribution to the developing world.

In the same year, Fidani and Ross also made another film, the even more deranged Jungle Master.  A late entry in the ‘Jungle Girl’ sequence of films – think Tarzan with scantily clad ladies – this featured Johhny Kissmuller (!?!) as blonde pseudo-Tarzan ‘Karzan’, tracked down by a gang of adventurers including Roger Browne, Attilio Severini (as an eccentric guide called ‘Crazy’) and Ross.  This is trash of the highest order, utterly rubbish but amazingly entertaining.  Again, Ross has a notable if not starring performance.

Gerardo Rossi in La legge della camorra

Gerardo Rossi in La legge della camorra

After another bonkers Fidani production, the obscure giallo A.A.A. massaggiatrice bella presenza offresi, for which he used a different pseudonym Jerry Colman, Ross was reunited with Sergio Bergonzelli for Loves of a Nymphomaniac.  This was a particularly sleazy entry in the nunsploitation genre which even includes a sequence in which a nun dreams of having sex with a psychedelically painted Jesus.  This time out Ross was the second credited male actor after Vassili Karis.

His last film saw him team up once again with Demofilo Fidani for a lackluster poliziotteschi,The Godfather’s Advisor (73).  As with Giu le mani… carogna, this made considerable use of footage from previous films, namely the 1969 release Mafia Killer (which was pretty rubbish first time round).  The plot attempts to emulate Coppola’s The Godfather, but is mainly composed of Jeff Cameron walking around in a daze.  Ross has a small role.

Perhaps dissuaded by the lack of opportunities, perhaps because his career had never really taken off, Ross turned his back on cinema and concentrated fully on fotoromanzi, appearing in over thirty issues of Lancio – both as protagonist and antagonist – as well as in numerous other releases from publishers such as Rizzoli. If anybody knows anything more about Sr. Ross / Rossi, please do get in touch!

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Mad Mex, the Blackfighter

Mad Mex, the Blackfighter

Mad Mex, the Blackfighter

Wow, here’s a prime slice of out-and-out trash, directed by and starring French wannabe Fred Williamson Max H. Boulois.  Boulois was a fascinating character, an actor and writer who, having featured in a forgotten Spanish B-Movie Cabo di vara (78) and Sergio Garrone’s Italo-Turko-Spanish poliziotteschi Killer’s Gold (79) decided to start making his own movies.  In doing so, he did something that was almost unknown in Europe; he made blacksploitation movies.  Black actors had appeared in European cinema for many years, with stars like Earl Cameron and Harry Baird appearing in racially conscious movies in the UK in the 1950s, John Kitzmiller becoming something of a star of the neo-realist movement and the likes of Woody Strode, Harry Baird (again) and Wilbert Bradley becoming familiar supporting actors in Spaghetti Westerns and peplums.  Valerio Zurlini’s Black Jesus (68) has even been cited as an influence by the makers of Superfly TNT. But Boulois did something slightly different, he was a half-penny auteur who made films that, unlike Black Jesus, Burn!, Paisà (46) or Senza pietà (48), had no artistic intent, they were targeted firmly at the flea-pits and second run cinemas.  Although his execution can be questioned, he certainly can’t be faulted for his ambition.

Vietnamvet Jo Johnson (Boulois) is about to lose his cherished gym and, what’s worse, he’s in hoc to some dastardly loan sharks who are about to call in his debts.  But he has an idea!  What could it be?  Oh yes, to gamble (achem, lose) all his remaining cash in a desperate attempt to make the readies. Unsurprisingly he loses, which means that when he receives an anonymous phone call offering him a cool million bucks he has little option but to listen.  And what does he have to do in return for this fortune?  Well, it’s not an easy gig: he has to act as the prey in a big game hunt for two wealthy sportsmen; if he wins he can keep the money, if he doesn’t, well…  Despite the risks, he accepts.

Dropped off by a helicopter in the middle of night and god knows where, Jo prepares himself by running around like a nutter, changing into a gym vest and shorts that have appeared out of nowhere and guzzling on some wild roots.  When the sun rises – back in his trademark army fatigues, because Jo’s a dude who likes to face the freezing night in less layers – he sets about laying some false trails and creating some ad hoc traps. Before long, and with a frankly tedious degree of ease, he’s worked his way though all the safari suited hunters, managed to single-handedly bring down a helicopter full of killers and has made his way back to the big apple.  Quite rightly distrusting the villains, he plans to grab his cash and escape out of the country; but he’s up against a well-funded, well equipped organisation that will stop at nothing to keep him quiet.  Fortunately, he has a couple of allies in FBI agent Jim (Dan Forrest), who has been charged with putting a stop to all this nonsense, and Pentagon representative Mary Ann (Virginia Mataix) (‘Hmm, military women… I’ve seen this in Playboy’); although whether they can really be trusted is another matter entirely.

A cheapjack riff on The Most Dangerous Game and The Deer Hunter, for the first 40 minutes or so at any rate, I guess this could charitably be said to have anticipated First Blood, which was released two years later.  Unfortunately, it loses track as the narrative progresses, lacking confidence in its own central idea and changing tack to become a standard revenge scenario.  This second half is actually better made, from a technical point of view, but it’s less interesting and much less amusing.  During this second half of the film the succession of fist fights and shootouts becomes wearing, especially as none of the characters – with the possible exception of Jo and his Tomas Milian-lookalike friend Bob (William Anthon) – are developed in any way and, furthermore, there’s little effort made to generate atmosphere or tension.

Mad Mex is riddled with glaring continuity errors, although in its defence some of these might have been less apparent in the longer Spanish version.  Nonetheless, it appears to have been edited together without much in the way of care or attention to detail, and not all of this could be attributed to post-production tinkering.  The production values are extremely low: some of it looks to have been filmed in America, no doubt guerrilla-style by Boulois and a cameraman without any kinds of licenses, but for the majority it’s either shot in a Spanish park or a succession of indistinguishable rooms.  The running time is made up by lengthy flashbacks to Jo’s time in Nam (which are mainly composed of him carrying his mate through some long grass or sitting in a room being debriefed), shots of him sitting on a bed while dialogue is played back over the soundtrack and either walking or driving around aimlessly.

Boulois directs it all in a rudimentary fashion, utilising a firmly nail-down-the-camera style and displaying absolutely no understanding of how to handle an action sequence.  He does attempt to play on the racist nature of the villains, who refer to him as a monkey (or other terms) and at one point they seem unable to distinguish one black man from another.  As a performer, he doesn’t exactly exude charisma, but he does have a solid kind of presence, kind of like a less charming, black Bud Spencer.  But he ain’t no actor; his lack of expression is staggering and at times he doesn’t even seem aware of where in the frame he should be.

The main villain is played by the debonair looking Tom Hernández, a Spanish actor who spent most of his career working in American TV, but much of the rest of the cast is made up of unknowns.  Boulois went on to direct two more films: Black Jack, a caper movie with a comparatively a-grade cast including Peter Cushing, Claudine Auger and, achem, Brian Murphy and Black Commando, with the equally weird combination of Tony Curtis, Joanna Pettet and Fernando Sancho.

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Pier Paolo Capponi

Pier Paolo Capponi in The Boss

Pier Paolo Capponi in The Boss

Considering that he was in some of the most important genre films of the 1970s, amazingly little is known about the actor Pier Paolo Capponi.  He appeared or starred in numerous giallos and poliziotteschi, usually playing committed cops or rather dour and humorless characters, and although he lacked the star quality of Franco Nero, Giuliano Gemma or George Hilton, he was perhaps a more accomplished actor, maintaining a very successful career in theater and television at the same time as he was appearing in the likes of Naked Violence and Cat O’Nine Tails.

Born in Subiaco, part of the province of Rome, in 1938, after leaving college Capponi attended theater school and made his film debut at the age of 27 with a small part in Vittorio De Seta’s Un uomo a meta in 1965.  It was an acclaimed film, successful more with critics than audiences and it also kick-started his relationship with the kind of more prestigious productions that were held in much esteem at the time but have been rather forgotten today.  He changed tack completely, appearing in a couple of spy films, Our Man in Casablanca and then, in his first starring role, the cine-fumetti Mister X.  For the latter he used the pseudonym Normal Clark, which he recycled for his supporting role in Maurizio Lucidi’s decent spaghetti western My Name is Pecos.  In between all these he also found the time to feature in films for Paolo and Vittorio Taviani (The Subversives) and Valerio Zurlini (Black Jesus).

Pier Paolo Capponi in Mister X

Pier Paolo Capponi in Mister X

In 1968 he starred for the first time in the genre with which he was possibly to have his greatest success, the poliziotesschi.  Boche cucite was a kidnap film starring Lou Castel and directed by Pino Tosini; it had a limited release and remains hard to see today.  There followed a small role in Carlo Lizzani’s superior The Violent Four, Emilio Miraglia’s under-rated The Falling Man (a film where practically everybody used an Americanised pseudonym) and Ferdinando Di Leo’s Naked Violence, a big success which bought him a certain degree of fame.  More crime films followed: Camillo Bazzoni’s Black Lemons (72), Warren Kiefer’s Defeat of the Mafia (69, but not released until the seventies) and a couple more for Di Leo (The Boss and Blood and Diamonds (77)).  Among all these there was also the cracking, unusual The Last Desperate Hours (74), in which a thief breaks into a research laboratory and accidentally becomes infected with the plague!  Towards the end of the 70s the poliziotteschi genre went into rapid decline, and Capponi’s last contact with the genre was Giuseppe Ferrara’s The Bankers of God: the Calvi Affair (2002).

Pier Paolo Capponi in Naked Violence

Pier Paolo Capponi in Naked Violence

Outside the poliziotteschi, Capponi also had some success in other types of cinema as well.  He starred for Dario Argento in his second film, Cat O’Nine Tails and followed it up with giallos for Umberto Lenzi (Seven Orchids Stained in Blood) and Mario Sabatini (Delitto d’autore).  He was one of an ensemble cast in the relatively big-budget war films Commandos (68) and Sergeant Klems (71), not to mention Francesco Rosi’s Uomini contro (70).  He was even in no less than three nunsploitation films (The Awful Story of the Nun of Monza, The Nuns of Saint Archangel (73) and La badessa di Castro (74).  It’s fair to say, though, that he was less than prolific in the comedy genre (in fact, he never appeared in a single comedy film.

By the mid 1970s Capponi moved into TV in a big way.  He was kept busy in numerous mini-series, including the likes of Dov’e Ana and L’enigma della due sorelle (80).  Although still with no shortage of acting offers, he decided to retire in 2003, dedicating himself to projects for the DSE (Dipartimento Scuola Educazione), which later became RAI Educational.

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The importance of calling me Steno, an interview with Stefano Vanzina

Stefano Vanzina, aka Steno

Stefano Vanzina, aka Steno

Here’s an interview with Stefano Vanzina, aka Steno, the director of numerous Italian comedy films from the 1950s onwards.  He also made a couple of effective straight films, including one of my very favourite – and hugely influential – poliziotteschi, From the Police with Thanks.  The interview was published in an ancient copy of Italian newspaper L’Unita and is translated by me (apologies for any errors!)

He’s the founder of the now famous Vanzina cinema family (his sons are Carlo and Enrico), and Stefano Vanzina, perhaps better known as Steno, loves to talk about them.  What they make of their careers, we’ll wait and see.  At 68 years old, having directed 75 and written nobody knows quite how many films, he says that he doesn’t now feel as if he’s retired.  Nonetheless, recent years have seen a mood of celebration and critical re-evaluation of his career.  He’s now considered to be a true master of Italian comedy cinema who touched all his films with a kind of honest craftsmanship. Over the years he has worked with such icons as Orson Welles, Gloria Swanson, Alberto Sordi and naturally Toto.

Small in stature, thin, nervous and pragmatic, with a slightly old fashioned moustache that matches the colour of his slicked back hair, Steno is still at work.  He has just released Mi faccia causa, which he considers a remake of his celebrated Un giorno in pretura, and he’s already thinking about a film for TV he’s due to start shooting in the Spring: I clan, a story about the mafia written with De Caro. He’s tireless.  He says that completing a film nowadays is much more difficult than it used to be, he laments the laziness of producers and the tastes of the public, but then acknowledges that for him things continue to go well.  Like his films or not (and his last film, Mani di fata, was extremely mediocre), Steno continues to sail peacefully through a crisis in Italian cinema, perhaps squeezing his eyes in the face of fashion or microscopic changes in costumes.  As in the episode of Sandrelli in Mi faccia causa, this tells of a model and worker who, in opposition to the absenteeism and degeneration, ends up taking her work back to the bedroom.

Mi faccia causa, a late period Steno film

Mi faccia causa, a late period Steno film

Q: Steno, is it the case that your son, Enrico, an avowed cinephile, teased you with the idea of doing this remake?

What? You think I’m so narcissistic that I pay homage to myself? No, the idea clicked while I was chatting with producer Fulvio Lucisano.  We were due to do another film, but there were problems.  Then I said: “Why don’t we remake Un giorno in pretura?”  “Ok,” replied Lucisano, without giving me the chance to think about it any deeper.”

Q: Of course you updated the situation and modernised the characters.  But do you think that despite these changes, deep down it remains the same film as it was thirty years ago.

Have you never been in a magistrate’s court?   Spend a day at one and then ask me the same question.  Certainly we changed the locations (in 1954 the magistrates courts were in via del Governo Vecchio, the palazzo which later became the headquarters of the feminists.)  But the stories have stayed the same: little scams, bizarre accusations, abusive fabrications.

Q: Yes but then it was Alberto Sordi who played the character Nando Moriconi in the funny episode ‘Maranella’, there was Peppino de Filippo in good form.  It was, if you’ll forgive me, a slightly richer cast. 

Ah, Sordi.  Today that episode is considered to be a cult movie, but what would you think if I were to tell you that the producers back then didn’t want him.  For Gianni Hecht and Carlo Ponti it was a vulgar sketch, they said that having Sordi in the nude wouldn’t make people laugh; they even tried to make me cast Walter Chiari instead, because he was better looking. But we made the right choice.

Q: We’ve already talked a bit about Sordi.  You made five films with him, the last being Anastasia nio fratello, so you must have good memories of him.

Alberto was, at that time, around the beginning of the fifties, a continuous explosion of jokes and gags.  There was nothing that could stop him.  I very much liked the fact that each time I saw him I’d cry with laughter, as in the case of Piccola poste, where he tortured beyond belief those poor old men.  Remember?  Sordi knew how to hold his own against anyone, even Toto.  In Toto e I re di Roma Toto understood well that he had opposite him a great actor, so in one scene he improvised a series of sneezes in order to get a laugh.  Sordi, with the minimum of self-doubt, held his own with some by-play that was even more amusing.

Q: Going back, Steno was born to be a writer or a director?

The one and the other.  I began working in the cinema together with Mario Monicelli, writing about six or seven screenplays a year with him. But the transition to becoming a director happened quickly.  In reality I began, artistically, by writing for Marco Aurelio.  My friends there were Metz, Marchesi, Maccari, Zavattini, Age and Scarpelli… the first time that Fellini came looking for work there it was me who received him.  He was a boy; he bought with him a briefcase full of cartoon.  He tipped them out on the table and I immediately realised that this youngster was something special.  They looked like they were designed by Da Grosz

Q: You have said before (in L’avventurosa storia del cinema Italiano) that Marco Aurelio and Bertoldo were where all the postwar directors started out.

Erminio Macario in Imputato alzatevi, Steno's first writing job

Erminio Macario in Imputato alzatevi, Steno’s first writing job

Yes, that’s right.  Then – and I’m speaking about the end of the thirties – it wasn’t easy to break into cinema.  It was a closed world, privileged, where the earnings were good.  As an assistant director I’d be able to stay in hotels which today I can only dream about.  It was thanks to Metz that I was able to get my break as a ‘gagman’ among the group of writers of Mattoli’s Imputanto, alzatevi!  The film turned out to be a crazy success, equaling the takings of Greta Garbo and Clark Gable films, who were the icons of the time.  So Mattoli also hired me to work on the screenplay for his following film, Lo vedi come sei? with Macario, and he also took me on as an assistant director.  I was made.

Q: And do you have anything to say about Orson Welles?

Excuse me, but why don’t we talk about today.  You are really all the same you young critics.  It was Ponti who came up with the idea for L’uomo, la bestia e la virtu, perhaps because doing Pirandello gave the potential to engage great actors such as Welles.  But in reality the film didn’t work.  Welles accepted the contract for the money; he didn’t give a damn about the film.  But on set he was always a perfect gentleman.  He’s one of those directors who, when they work as an actor for another director, are able to behave like a guest rather than a master.

L'uomo, la bestia e la virtu, directed by Steno

L’uomo, la bestia e la virtu, directed by Steno

Q: Returning to today, now.  Is it true that you reproached your son Enrico for doing screenplays that weren’t steely enough?

No, that’s not true.  But, talking about Rene Clair, I’m now convinced that the director is the defendant of the scriptwriter.  He needs to turn to the scriptwriter to write, to come up with the stories and ideas.  Italian cinema is in crisis because for many years producers have believed that they can earn millions by merely putting together two comics and having them joke.  The story comes afterwards.  Of course, you never want to direct a film in opposition to your actor, but then you have to guide them, go along with them to a degree while curbing their worst excesses.

Q:  What else has changed in making comedies over the years?

Nothing, the avant-garde doesn’t exist in comedy.  You can aim your farces at young people or make them for video, but the rules don’t change.  It’s all to do with rhythm, the way the jokes are paced.  Take Benigni, even he, at the end of the day, is influenced by Toto, Chaplin and the Marx brothers.

Q: One last question, do you have any regrets?

No, I don’t think so.  I’m perhaps a little tired of doing comic films because – as the producers say – people can only laugh so much.  I know how to make other films as well.  For that reason I was really happy when a Roman critic, Cosulich, at the time of La polizia ringrazia, cited among all my possible inspirations Fritz Lang.  He couldn’t have known it, but M has always been one of my favourite films.

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Excellent Cadavers, directed by Ricky Tognazzi

Excellent Cadavers

Excellent Cadavers

Aka I giudici, Falcone
1999
106 minutes
Italy
Based on the Book Excellent Cadavers by Alexander Stile
A David Nichols production for Home Box Office and Tidewater
Director: Ricky Tognazzi
Story: Alexander Stille
Screenplay: Peter Pruce
Cinematography: Alessio Gelsini Torresi
Music: Michael Tavera Joseph Vitarelli
Editor: Roberto Silvi
Art director: Andrea Crisanti
Cast: Chazz Palminteri (Giovanni Falcone), F. Murray Abraham (Tommaso Buscetta), Anna Galiena (Francesca Morvillo), Andy Luotto (Paolo Borsellino), Lina Sastri (Agnese Borsellino), Gian Marco Tognazzi (Ninni Cassara’), Victor Cavallo (Toto’ Riina), Arnoldo Foà (Antonino Caponnetto), Pierfrancesco Favino (Mario), Mattia Sbragia (Giudice Quinzi), Ivo Garrani (Gaetano Caponnetto), Antonio Manzini (Messina)

Not the Francesco Rosi film of the same name, but a TV movie directed by Ricky Tognazzi detailing Judge Giovanni Falcone’s battle against the Mafia in Sicily during the late 1980s and early 1990s. Falcone‘s story is undoubtedly a fascinating one which deserves telling, and it was also previously told in Giuseppe Ferrara’s 1993 film Giovanni Falcone, but this doesn’t really do it justice.

There’s nothing wrong with the story – which sees Falcone arrive in Palermo, battle against the endemic corruption of his own department, witness the successive murder of many of his friends and form a bizarre alliance with Mafia boss turned informer Tommaso Buscetta – but it’s all washed up in TV gloss which really detracts from the power of it all. There’s an unnecessary love story between Falcone and and old school friend (Anna Galiena) which is frankly tedious, the limited running time means that several important sub-narratives are dealt with in a cursory manner and it all feels like a project that was intended to be much longer but which was indescrimintaley whittled down to 100 minutes.

And worse of all it has a dreadfully dated look; if it was intentional that this should look as though it was filmed in as well as being set in the late 80s it succeeds, but as the late 80s represents a cinematic nadir it’s a success which doesn’t add up to much.

Chazz Palminteri in Excellent Cadavers

Chazz Palminteri in Excellent Cadavers

Tognazzi, of course, directed the superior La scorta in 1993, so it counts as something of a disappointment and there’s surely room for a really top class examination of the events it portrays (although it does come alive a bit during the frequent driving sequences, which were so effectively handled in La scorta as well). There’s a nice cast, though, with Chazz Palminteri coming across like a less intellectual Giancarlo Giannini, F. Murray Abraham in good form and numerous familiar characters actors from the golden age of the Italian crime film (Slavatore Billa, Sandro Dori, Bruno Scipioni, Giovanni Di Benedetto). The Assistant Director is Alberto de Martino – surely this isn’t THE Alberto De Martino who was responsible for so many b-movie classics during the 60s and 70s.

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The Sicilian Connection

The Sicilian Connection

The Sicilian Connection

The Sicilian Connection is a rather peculiar poliziotteschi from Ferdinando Baldi, a director I more commonly associate with action films (westerns, peplums etc). It’s an odd mix of revenge thriller and Rosi style expose of the international smuggling trade, with the plot following Joe Coppola (Ben Gazzara) as he tries to make a mint by buying a shed-load of opium and smuggling it into New York. His travels take him to Turkey – where he witnesses opium being harvested in Afyon – to Palermo, where it’s processed into top quality heroin by the Mafia. Eventually he returns to America, but he’s forgotten to account for the fact that it’s a criminal business populated by people who are far from trustworthy.

It’s entertaining and has some great moments, but it’s very inconsistent – each segment has an almost entirely different cast and theme – and it feels like it was intended as a very different kind of film to how it ended up. But there’s a good cast, the script is decently constructed and it’s a little different to the norm. Not brilliant, but not bad either.

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Revenge of the Godfather

Richard Harrison in Revenge of the Godfather

Richard Harrison in Revenge of the Godfather

It’s hard to think of a decent Italo-Turkish co-production (I have a soft spot for Guido Zurli’s Polizia selvaggia, but that doesn’t make it a good film) and Farouk Agrama’s Revenge of the Godfather is about what you’d expect of the type. It has a rubbish script, the production values are at about the level of the lowest budget Italian releases and the acting is extremely variable. In an attempt to make up for its deficiencies, it throws in the occasional moment of incongruous humour and some gratuitous weirdness, neither of which make it any better. Richard Harrison plays the usual veteran killer, working for a mob boss who uses him to dispose of all his rivals. During a holiday in Turkey he bumps into an old army buddy, Antonio (Ian Flynn, aka Turkish actor Ayhan I??k), who’s in fact another killer working for a rival crime boss. A game of cat and mouse ensues… The story isn’t uninteresting, but it’s developed and handled in such a way as to make it deathly dull, apart from the final twenty minutes or so when things pick up a little. Ayhan I??k is fine, but Harrison never seemed entirely comfortable in the crime genre. Erika Blanc and Krista Nell provide the glamour.

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Naked Violence

Naked Violence

Naked Violence

Naked Violence (aka I ragazzi del massacro) was Fernando Di Leo’s first crime film, released at the end of 1969. It’s less well known than his later, more heralded releases, and while it’s certainly not as good as Calibre 9 or Manhunt it’s still a powerful and effective work. A bunch of delinquents rape and murder their teacher during a lesson and Inspector Lamberti (Pier Paolo Capponi) is assigned to investigate. The question isn’t whether they did it – that’s in no doubt – but why they did it. And the more Lamberti digs around the more he comes to believe there may be more to the case than just a bunch of drink-fuelled kids going on a crazed rampage.

This starts off a something like a sociological investigation into the causes of delinquency before opening out into more of a traditional giallo / mystery. The plot, based on a novel by Scabernenco, is fast moving and engrossing, although it does get slightly cheesy towards the end and in seeking to impose a typical thriller structure on the story does lose some focus. But in some ways it’s a more effective portrayal of an Italian underclass than many of the more lauded new-wave films of the preceding decade. It’s notable that the kids are initially portrayed as leering grotesques before gradually gaining a kind of humanity (well, some of them at least), and Di Leo shoots it all with his usual brisk and sometimes expressionistic style. There are some really nasty scenes in it, and it should also be mentioned that there are decent performances from the young, inexperienced cast. If nothing else, it shows that the kinds of issues that send the Daily Mail into a state of apoplexy were alive and well over forty years ago, back in the good old days. Definitely worth a look.

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Kirk Morris, aka Adriano Bellini

Kirk Morris, aka Adriano Bellini

Kirk Morris, aka Adriano Bellini

Kirk Morris was one of the gang of actors who found a certain degree of fame as stars of the Italian cycle of peplum films during the early 1960s. Mythological or swashbuckling adventures, one of the major selling points of these productions were their athletic, often downright muscle-bound leads. Many of these were imported from America: Steve Reeves was the highest profile name in the genre, but in his wake came the likes of Gordon Scott, Reg Park, Mark Forrest and Samson Burke, many of whom had at some point featured in the Jayne Mansfield stage show. Morris was unusual in that he was actually a native Italian rather than a foreigner; the only other local bodybuilder to have had a similar level of success was Alan Steel, aka Sergio Ciani.

Born Adriano Bellini on the 26th August 1942 (some sources claim 1938), Morris was initially discovered by a holidaying producer while working as a gondolier in his hometown of Venice. Still a teenager, he made the move to Rome, where he was promptly parachuted into his first film, The Triumph of Maciste, directed by Tanio Boccia and released in October 1961. Although he didn’t have any formal training as an actor, thespian skills weren’t really the highest priority for these kinds of films, which were instead intended to showcase their stars’ sculpted physiques and provide enough action and romance to keep the audience involved.

Kirk Morris, aka Adriano Bellini, shows his muscles

Kirk Morris, aka Adriano Bellini, shows his muscles

In truth, most of the peplum protagonists were pretty indistinguishable and what differences they did have were mainly superficial. Morris, because of his age, was presumably seen as someone who could appeal to youthful audiences and his look was tailored appropriately; the bleached-blonde pompadour hairstyle might not have been a traditional accoutrement of your standard mythological hero, but Morris made the style his own.

Following The Triumph of Maciste, he went on to star in a sequence of lesser peplums that were generally saddled with limited budgets and even more limited ambition. There was: Mario Mattoli’s Hercules in the Valley of Woe, an early parody featuring popular comic duo Franco and Ciccio; Guido Malatesta’s entertaining sounding but actually rather dull Colossus and the Headhunters and forgettable Maciste il vendicatore dei Mayas; and Miguel Lluch’s The Falcon of the Desert. Morris did get to work with some good directors. He was the lead in Riccardo Freda’s wacky favourite Maciste in Hell (a cult favourite if not a particularly good film), travelled to France to star in Bernard Borderie’s Clash of Steel and was one of the three leads in Pietro Francisci’s Hercules, Samson and Ulysses. But he was more commonly associated with director Tanio Boccia, a solid hack whose name became something of an in-joke in Cinecitta (a Boccia job). The two of them made another five peplums together following The Triumph of Maciste, none of which were of any particular note. (As a curious aside, it’s worth mentioning that an unusually high proportion of Morris’s peplums featured a desert location).

After the genre drew to an ignominious close in the mid-60s, with even the most undiscerning of audiences becoming bored of the increasing slipshod releases served up to them, many of the peplum stars found it difficult to get work elsewhere. Like them, Morris’s acting career stuttered on for a few years. He was in Pietro Francisci’s entertaining science fiction film 2+5 Mission Hydra, the musical spaghetti western Little Rita of the West and a pair of entertaining war films from Mario Siciliano, Overrun! and Seven Red Berets (although he hardly has a word of dialogue in either of these). He was reunited one final time with Tanio Boccia for his last film, the obscure Spaghetti Western Saguaro in 1971.

Kirk Morris strikes a cool pose in a Fotoromanzi

Kirk Morris strikes a cool pose in a Fotoromanzi

After the end of his time in Cinecitta, Morris actually went on to find more fame in a totally different medium, as the star of a hugely popular series of Fotoromanzi. Apparently beginning his fotoromanzi career as a producer of French publications, he grew tired of shuttling between Italy and France and took on a job at Lancio, intending to be a director. Instead he was cast as Dan Sharret in the cop fotoromanzi Jacques Douglas, making his debut in issue #44 in 1969. Surprisingly, given the humourless nature of his screen roles, Dan Sharret was a comic character, and he proved to be an incredibly popular one as well, not least because of Morris’s ability to pull funny expressions. He became – along with Franco Gasparri – one of the most recognisable faces of the medium, continuing in the part until 1978, after which he continued acting in a range of other fotoromanzi. His last appearance was in the 2001 release Dead End Road.

Other details about his life are sketchy. Apparently he live for many years in a house in the hills above Rome, and as a person was quiet and reserved, despite having a wicked sense of humour. Some accounts claim that he at one point moved to the United States, where he worked in advertising, before returning to Italy to work as a producer (although I haven’t been able to find any evidence to corroborate this).

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Black Turin – Review

Bud Spencer in Black Turin

Bud Spencer in Black Turin

Black Turin is a peculiar mixture of boys adventure film and mafia movie, a cross between the kind of stuff that the Children’s Film Foundation used to churn out and a Francesco Rosi film. Directed by Carlo Lizzani, it’s a pretty miserable, glum affair; a movie with a bleak outlook and downbeat ending of the type that you’d never find in a Hollywood production aimed at kids. When Rosario Rao (Bud Spencer) is sent to prison for a murder he didn’t commit, his two sons and an idealistic young lawyer join forces to track down the guilty culprits. Despite a lack of interest from the authorities, they manage to discover that it was all down to a turf war between rival organised crime factions, and Rosario was framed because he was such a morally upstanding kind of guy they all saw him as a potential threat. Proving all of this, though, will be a dangerous task…

A lot of people rate this highly but, although it’s a good film, I wasn’t convinced, especially in comparison with Lizzani’s previous crime films, Wake Up and Die, Bandits of Milan and Barbagia. Partially it’s because of the juvenile leads, who aren’t as obnoxious as is often the case in Italian films, but too much time is still given over to their antics. The characters are very black and white, the social observation is restrained and the script seems somewhat unpolished. It’s still worth watching, but ultimately one of the director’s lesser films.

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Il terrore con gli occhi storti

Il terrore con gli occhi storti

Il terrore con gli occhi storti

Another Unita review, this time of Steno’s comic thriller Il terrore con gli occhi storti from 1972.

Of the hundred odd productions by Dino De Laurentiis it’s hard to find any of a quality vintage. This story about two guys – played by the rampant Alighiero Noschese and Enrico Montesano – is more evidence for the prosecution.

With a strong sense of bad taste, the two comics are placed in a sinister parody of the Bel Air massacre, in all its macabre reconstruction; a bloody tale of ox blood and satanic rites in Trastavere. Of the film, it’s enough to say that, in comparison, the films of Franchi and Ingrassia seem to be works of a higher level. The director of the film is Stefano Vanzina, who wisely hides behind his pseudonym Steno. Among the actors there is also – poor unfortunate – the excellent French character actor Francis Blanche.

Note: Here’s an obscure film which, despite the terrible review, looks rather interesting to me.  The Bel Air events which the reviewer refers to are, of course, the Manson murders, and the idea of a slapstick comedy based on the events seems brilliantly distasteful.  The plot revolves around two artists who, in order to try and make themselves famous, decide to murder a friend, but things don’t work out as planned.  Is this available anywhere?

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Overrun!

Overrun!

Overrun!

Overrun is a 1969 film directed by Mario Siciliano, part of the short live trend for Italian made second world war movies that came in the wake of The Dirty Dozen and Where Eagles Dare. Many of these films had a desert setting, unsurprising given the Italian involvement in the North African part of the conflict. Of course, it was also suited shooting in Almeria or Egypt, both of which were cheap and welcoming locations which had – in the case of the former at least – already been well exploited by the Spaghetti Westerns.

After a battle with the Germans, courageous Lt. Crossland (Ivan Rassimov), mechanical expert Sgt. Kerr (Giuseppe Castellano) and ex-Olympian Cprl. MacGregor (Kirk Morris) manage to escape into the desert, aiming to reach allied lines and safety. Along the way they pick up a handful of other stragglers (a professor of philosophy who is not a Captain in the logistics division, Captain Leighton (Aldo Bufi Landi), three attractive ladies marooned after being caught in a sandstorm, a German prisoner (Jessy Maxwell)), but the whole area is riddled with German troops. everything comes to a climax with the characters holed up in a deserted fort, running out of supplies and under attack from (yet) another tank battalion.

Peek-a-boo!

Peek-a-boo!

This is a slightly peculiar film, with a similar scenario to other Italian desert war films (Desert Battle, Heroes without Glory) but it has a curiously dreamlike ambiance. The plot is rather aimless: Crossland and the other wander through the desert, encountering various dangers and curious characters, some of which border on the surreal (a land rover covered by sand with the ladies trapped inside, a posse of Bedouin), some of which are simply rather silly. The Germans appear occasionally, busying things along whenever there’s a lull in the action, and there are frequent references to half-forgotten memories (everyone is constantly trying to remember why they recognise MacGregor, one of the ladies is an ex-singer who is wrongly convinced everyone knows who she is). It shouldn’t really work, but somehow I found myself being drawn in by it, carried along by it’s mixture of Ice Cold in Alex and El Topo.

Ivan Rassimov in Overrun!

Ivan Rassimov in Overrun!

It also benefits from decent cinematography from regular Siciliano collaborator Gino Santini and surprisingly good characterization, quite unexpected in the context. Crossland is far from a standard war film hero, a career soldier whose inflexible follow-the-rules approach constantly puts his colleagues at risk; Leighton, who starts out as a privileged coward, gradually becomes the most sympathetic character, and even standard victims like Kerr and MacGregor are given a bit more colour than usual.

Siciliano was one of the most fascinating characters working in Italian cinema during the sixties and seventies. A producer turned director, his career followed a similar trajectory to Aristide Massaccesi (aka Joe D’Amato), ending up as one of the pioneers of hardcore cinema in the country. He had a lot more talent than Massaccesi, though, and even if his films aren’t classics of their types they’re generally well-constructed and interesting (until the pornographic stage, where things went rapidly downhill). He made another war film, Seven Red Berets, at much the same time and with many of the same cast members.

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Slap the Monster on Page One – Review

Slap the Monster on Page One

Slap the Monster on Page One

A couple of years after playing a corrupt, evangelically right wing, borderline sociopathic cop in Investigation of a Citizen Above Suspicion, Gian Maria Volonte played a corrupt, evangelically right wing, borderline sociopathic newspaper editor in Slap the Monster on Page One. He’s Bizanti, the top dog at Milanese paper Il Giornale, who’s always on the lookout for new ways of justifying the publication of anti-communist, anti-youth, anti-working class rhetoric. And he sees a great opportunity for more of this nonsense when a young anarchist is named as the likeliest suspect in the murder of his attractive and thoroughly middle-class ex-girlfriend. So he works with the police to ensure his conviction, plastering his accusations on the front page and blaming it all on the increasingly liberal modern society… even though he knows full well that the poor dude isn’t the real killer.

It’s a surprisingly short film, which is good because it ensures that the pace is maintained even though it’s often dialogue heavy and veers regularly into political diatribe. The photography is wonderful and Marco Bellochio’s direction is efficient. Volonte contributes a powerhouse performance, but even so it’s not as memorable or impressive a film as Investigation (which it seems to have been at least partially inspired by).

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Beffe, licenze et amori del Decamerone segreto

Beffe, licenze et amori del Decamerone segreto

Beffe, licenze et amori del Decamerone segreto

Here’s a Unita review of Giuseppe Vari’s decameroticon Beffe, licenze et amori del Decamerone segreto, aka Love, Passion and Pleasure.

And now even Cecco Angiolieri arrives among the array of great authors stuck in the mire of bargain basement productions currently rampant on our screens.  And while Boccaccio is at least physically reprieved  Angiolieri suffers the worst sort of fate, being the named protagonist of of this film.  The poet, transformed into an acrobat, conducts the fun.  Shot with an ‘epidermic’ style, turgid and chaotic, the film is directed by Walter Pisani and stars Dado Crostarosa, Malisa Longo and Patrizia Viotti.

Note: I have a bit of a soft spot for Giuseppe Vari, who made some decent Spaghetti Westerns and Poliziotteschi, but I can’t say he’s someone who strikes me as a natural director of comedies.  Dado Crostarosa, who plays the protagonist, was a typical non-star of the time, coming off the back of a small role in Lizzani’s Roma bene and Georges Lautner’s Flic Story.  He also had the lead role in another decameroticon, Il decamerone proibito – le altre novelle del Boccaccio, before disappearing.

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Ruggero Deodato on shooting in the Philippines, part 2

Local actors can look stupid too!  The Atlantis Interceptors

Local actors can look stupid too! The Atlantis Interceptors

Continuing with the article written by Ruggero Deodato for Nocturno magazine about his experiences working in the Philippines while making The Atlantis Interceptors.  Here’s the first part.

Pretty soon I was stressed by two weeks of useless meetings, unsuitable inspections, by then traffic and smog of Manila and of carrying out auditions of pseudo actors who presented me with passport photos or photos of themselves in carnival masks. I asked repeatedly to see the Queen, but in vain, I was always told that she was travelling. The only positive note was a visit to a campus of well organised acrobats, using real obstacles, who were able to leap from tree to tree, gave a motocross exhibition including stunt falls at speed and ended up with some prefabricated houses that they’d climb up and then toss themselves back to the ground. In short the realities of true cinema. Apart from that though there was nothing concrete and my nerves were jumpy. Fifteen days after my arrival and following an outburst from the Roman producer who blamed me for the inefficiencies, I arrived in the office and raged against all the personnel on each floor of the ministry, called the driver and asked him to take me to the airport to go back to Rome. While I was preparing my bags I was called down to reception. A car was waiting for me back at the office. The queen Imelda wanted to meet me.

So I went to a conference table where I was received by about twenty executives and an attendant with the seat at the head of the table ready to accommodate me. Next to mine there was another empty seat. I managed to sit down just in time when all the others stood up in unison. The Queen came in, sat by my side and said to me in perfect Italian: “I have groomed them well for my use. I’m sorry for the long wait, but from tomorrow all the officials will work much better.” People who had already worked on other films were hired instead of the incompetent ministry officials and everything went perfectly. I never saw Queen Imelda again. I shot I predatori di Atlantide at Eden Valley, where I had a villa reserved for me which had been used by Francis Ford Coppola at the time of Apocalypse Noe. So for this wrangle of Amati’s (a great producer who I always held in esteem) I’d been sent on ahead with nothing in hand. And my anger was what got the film made.

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Ruggero Deodato on shooting in the Philippines

Ruggero Deodato's Atlantis Interceptors

Ruggero Deodato’s Atlantis Interceptors

Here’s an article translated from a recent-ish issue of Italian magazine Nocturno.  I’m assuming the film that he’s talking about is his hugely enjoyable The Atlantis Interceptors

The cinema has taught me many things, but the most important thing I have learned is how to juggle things in each situation. In the middle of the seventies, I found myself in the presence of Imelda Marcos, queen of the Philippines. An intermediary of the queen met the producer Edmondo Amati during the Cannes Film Festival, and between them they hatched an agreement. The sovereign at that time was very interested in cinema, and had even given over an entire palace for use as Ministero dello Spettacolo in Manila. Amati called me to his office in Rome and gave me a ten page story, saying: “Go to Manila, where the queen Imelda Marcos is waiting for you. You’ll be accompanied by my director of production. Prepare to shoot the whole film in the Philippines.” I happily accepted, not least because I was then paying the legal consequences of Cannibal Holocaust and many producers were afraid of ‘the ferocious’ Ruggero Deodato, known in France as ‘Monsieur Cannibal’.

The palazzo del cinema in Manila was imposing. Four floors with offices and technical departments: modern moviolas, projection rooms, two studios with lighting rigs, recording studios, mixing rooms, editing rooms, dressing rooms for the actors, everything and more. But all of this stuff was untouched and I came to be seen as a kind of Messiah by the executives who were waiting for some kind of miracle in order to make all this stuff work. They assigned me a government office, which was furnished in a colonial style (but which was in reality very garish). Three secretaries were put at my disposal, and one who carried communications with the studio from my production director. We began to follow our orders and chose some locations to see and do some casting for local actors. But my requests alarmed the management, who didn’t understand a thing about cinema, and they began a series of telephone consultations with industry experts. So the day after I discovered a line of colourful characters waiting outside the door to my office. The three secretaries barely spoke English and the managers as well as Philippino also spoke some Spanish that they’d learned from their grandparents, who’d picked it up during the Spanish occupation. So with this mixture of English, Spanish and Philippino I was able to interview all these people and came to realise that for the most part they had nothing to do with cinema. They were largely friends and family of the executives and the employees of the ministry. But I didn’t dare protest too much for fear of creating a diplomatic problem. Every evening Amati called me by telephone to find out what was happening and I, totally confused, reassured him trying to hide then lack of professionalism at the Ministry.

To be continued…

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Beati i ricchi

Beati i ricchi

Beati i ricchi

Here’s an article I’ve just translated from an old copy of L’unita, about the obscure Salvatore Samperi film Beati i ricchi.  Samperi’s not a man known for his comedies, and this one was made the year before he had his major commercial success with the Laura Antonelli-starring Malizia.  But it sounds kind of fun…

The rich have their reasons…
Paolo Villaggio and Lino Toffolo in a strange story about currency smugglers

One of the brightest, busiest and most interesting authors of the Italian ‘new wave’, Salvatore Samperi, is making his fifth film. In the film Beati i ricchi, which he’s due to start shooting in a few days, he tells the story of two in-laws, one a traffic cop and the other a smuggler (played respectively by Paolo Villaggio and Lino Toffolo), who live in a hamlet on the Swiss border. The two are close friends, so much so that the former often goes along with the latter’s fraudulent schemes.

And it’s on the cops advice that the smuggler tries to export – with his brother in laws full knowledge – currency across the border. For a variety of reasons the scheme fails and the two men find themselves in possession of over two billion lire without knowing quite where it has come from. Some elders from the hamlet – anonymous buyers and sellers of capital – attempt to do everything they can to recoup the money, but without success because they have to keep their activities secret from the police. The two friends, meanwhile, overcome their conscience and scruples and hurry to spend the cash, buying appliances of all types and forms and moving their respective families to a luxurious hotel in the city. The most important thing, as they say, is to spend the money while they have it and to make their acquaintances as jealous as possible.

But, as in western films, the long standing harmony between the two ‘improvised’ billionaires begins to fall apart. It’s at this point, seeing this attrition, that the gang of rich people (among the interpreters of whom is Sylva Koscina) take the opportunity to tie up the two of them in an elaborate swindle, resulting in the return of their money. They arrive at a meeting in the mountain hut owned by the cop (it is he who has hidden the money), but in mysterious circumstances the house catches fire.

We won’t spill the climax, and it’s no surprise that there’s more in the pot of these two good-hearted devils. “I’m not cut out for satire, ” says Samperi in a press conference announcing the making of the film, “and for me, in fact, this is an attempt to work with the comic trend, both in terms of language and content. In reality, I want for the first time to hook a big audience; I believe I haven’t ever made a film for all audiences and believe this is the right time. It’s not that this is any less engaged; in fact I don’t think I have ever done a directly political film; similar to Losey, who wanted to do Modesty Blaise and, in my opinion, wasn’t at all misguided in his desire. I feel that every time you make a film it’s an enormous learning experience.”

Here’s the opening sequence:

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Sacred Silence

Sacred Silence

Sacred Silence

Aka Pianese Nunzio 14 anni a maggio
1996
Original running time: 115 mins
Italy
A Gianni Minervini production for A.M.A. Film, Istituto Luce S.P.A. and Gian Mario Feletti for G.M.F. in collaboration with Mediaset
Distributed by Medusa Film
Director: Antonio Capuano
Story & screenplay: Antonio Capuano
Cinematography: Antonio Baldoni {Panoramico, Eastmancolor}
Music: Umberto Guarino
Cast: Fabrizio Bentivoglio (Don Lorenzo Borrelli) Emanuele Gargiulo (Nunzio Pianese) Tonino Taiuti (Antonio Taiuti Cuccarini) Rosaria De Cicco (Aunt Rosaria) Manuela Martinelli (Ada) Teresa Saponangelo (Anna Maria Pica) Nando Triola (Giovanni Pianese, Nunzio’s brother)

Sacred Silence is a 1996 film written and directed by Antonio Capuano. It’s a borderline crime film in that it deals with the Camorra, although it’s more of a character study and modern day tragedy than a traditional poliziotteschi. That said, it also anticipates some of the approach and style of Matteo Garrone’s Gommorah, a similarly neo-realist inspired examination of the criminal organisations that are so tightly bound to Neapolitan society.

Don Lorenzo Borrelli (Fabrizio Bentivoglio) is a well-intentioned priest from Milan who is parachuted into a new job as custodian of the Santa Maria delle Monteverginelle church in Naples. It’s a prestigious posting, and he starts his job with fervour, making a particular name for himself by actively campaigning against the Camorra despite the considerable danger to himself that this could entail. He also forms a particularly strong bond with the young men of the neighbourhood, trying to prevent them from falling into a life of crime by encouraging them to learn and openly express themselves during his confirmation classes. In fact, his relationship with them is perhaps too free and easy: rumours begin to circulate that he has a sexual interest in his charges, and most particularly in the 13 year old organist and wannabe crooner Nunzio (Emanuele Gargiulo).

Eventually social workers and the police become involved, much to the delight of the local Camorra bosses who see it as a perfect opportunity to rid themselves of the meddlesome priest. They set about leaning on Nunzio to condemn him, but Nunzio has his own reasons to resist: quite apart from the love he feels for Lorenzo, he also rightly blames the Camorra for the death of his girlfriend, an accidental victim of a shooting in the subway.

Fabrizio Bentivoglio in Sacred Silence

Fabrizio Bentivoglio in Sacred Silence

This is an amazingly courageous film, considering the fact that it’s essentially about a paedophile and, what’s more, a paedophile who is in many other ways so upstanding and heroic. Lorenzo certainly makes for a difficult protagonist, at the same part admirable and despicable; and the fact is that he takes advantage of a vulnerable young man in much the same way as the Camorra he so despises. But he’s a genuinely tragic protagonist, someone who tries to do good but fails because of fatal character flaw which not only undermines his cause but also his whole moral bearing.

Since his 1991 debut Vito and the Others Capuano has made a series of controversial, interesting films set in his native Naples, which generally deal with the Mafia, poverty, social deprivation and self doubt. He’s one of the few contemporary Italian directors whose work is consistently impressive; markedly influenced by the likes of Rossellini and De Sica but also with a good eye for a dramatic story. Here he uses plenty of straight to camera monologues to develop the narrative – a gimmicky tactic I’m not keen on, in general – and favours an understated, constrained style. He’s also very careful in his use of music, which ranges from Neapolitan torch songs to locally flavoured contemporary pop, and although his staging of some of the more choreographed sequences isn’t great he does manage to keep things moving at a modest pace.

What’s particularly impressive, though, is his depiction of Naples, which comes across as much like a North African as a Southern European city, full of noise and bustle, machismo and camaraderie. The characters are drawn from the same backdrop as Matteo Garrone’s Gomorrah, kids from the tenements and tower blocks who spend their time in arcades or doing drugs, who end up drifting into street crime and gangs in order to make a quick buck and because it’s what people like them do. Shootings can happen at any time, so much so that people treat it as a matter of daily life, even when innocent people are the victims, and the Camorra is both untouchable and involved in just about every element of life

As a bonus, poliziotteschi fans might notice Tommasso Palladino, a veteran of several Umberto Lenzi films from the 70s, in a small role as a Camorra boss at a dogfight.

Here’s the trailer:

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Gang War in Naples

Gang War in Naples

Gang War in Naples

I first watched Gang War in Naples many years ago on a grainy, much copied bootleg VHS and wasn’t that impressed. Suffice to say that watching it as proper, decent quality print is a very different experience. Fabio Testi stars as Tonino Russo, an ex-con who falls in with Camorra boss Don Mario Capece (Raymond Pellegrin). As is the way with these things, he proves to be a natural gangster, swiftly rising through the ranks until his ambition overcomes him and he crosses the Don, leading to a climactic confrontation between the two men.

This is a film with a veneer of class. It has a stately pace, epic feel and – the major selling point – quite excellent cinematography from Giulio Albonico (who also shot H2S and I cannibali). Director Pasquale Squitieri stages everything with some skill, although as with most of his films there’s a curiously muted feel (this isn’t an exhuberent poliziotteschi in the style of Umberto Lenzi or Enzo Castellari). He seems to have been influenced by the French crime films of the time, and it even features a number of French (or French-adopted) performers in the cast: Jean Seberg, Charles Vanel, Raymond Pellegrin. Many people rate this as a classic, I’m not entirely convinced; it has the look of a classic, but the plot’s too familiar and it doesn’t really have much to say. But it’s still a superior genre entry.

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