Amarcord (1973) - full transcript
One year in a small northern Italian coastal town in the late 1930s is presented. The slightly off-kilter cast of characters are affected by time and location, the social mores dictated largely by Catholicism and the national fervor surrounding Il Duce aka Benito Mussolini and Fascism. The stories loosely center on a mid-teen named Titta and his household including his adolescent brother, his ever supportive mother who is always defending him against his father, his freeloading maternal Uncle Lallo, and his paternal grandfather who slyly has eyes and hands for the household maid. Other townsfolk include: Gradisca, the town beauty, who can probably have any man she wants, but generally has no one as most think she out of their league; Volpina, the prostitute; Giudizio, the historian; a blind accordionist; and an extremely buxom tobacconist. The several vignettes presented include: the town bonfire in celebration of spring; life at Titta's school with his classmates and teachers; Aurelio, Titta's father, at his beachfront construction worksite and his and his workmates' encounter with Volpina; Titta's confessions to the priest about his burgeoning sexuality; Aurelio being questioned by authorities about his anti-Fascist leanings; a fantasy sequence at the luxurious Grand Hotel; a family outing with Aurelio's institutionalized brother, Teo; many townsfolk embarking on a sail to witness a marine event passing by their town; an annual car race; Titta's fantasy encounter with the tobacconist after closing hours come true; events surrounding the big snowfall that year, including a family tragedy; and an event centering on Gradisca and her future.
I REMEMBER
The puffballs!
"When the puffballs come,
then winter is almost gone."
"When the puffballs soar,
then Winter is no more."
I've got the best one!
- Ciccio, let's go to the seashore.
- Look at this one!
In our town, the puffballs
arrive hand in hand with spring.
These are the sort of
puffballs that drift around,
soaring over the cemetery,
where all rest in peace,
soaring over the beachfront and
the Germans, newly arrived,
who don't feel the cold.
Drifting, drifting...
swirling...
swirling... swirling...
Drifting, drifting, drifting!
I'm the last of fourteen children.
By then my father had had enough,
so he called me Definitivo.
If he'd had enough sooner, there'd
have been one less chatterer.
Good evening.
See you in the square.
I've come for my sister.
Am I too early?
Your sister's here.
Fiorella, I'm all done. Come in.
I better calm you down, you
horny beast. What a body!
The bonfire's bigger
this year than last.
You going to the bonfire tonight?
What are you playing?
A brand-new tune I wrote.
Listen to this.
Now, Dad, we'll watch them light
the bonfire, then off to bed.
The doctor says you
must get to bed early.
The doctor's an asshole.
I'll go to bed when I want.
Then you'll end up in the hospital,
and this time I'll leave you there.
Blockheads! Numskulls!
Scram! That's my spot!
Creeps!
- Let me through!
- Listen to this one.
One father can take
care of 100 kids,
but 100 kids can't take care of one
father. That's the gospel truth.
- I want to set off a firecracker.
- Stay here!
Hey, Giudizio, catch!
I can, I command, I want!
Long live Giudizio!
Volpina, have you made love today?
How many men did you service?
I bet you even dip a cock
in your morning coffee.
Here she is!
You're the greatest, Gradisca.
Greta Garbo's got nothing on you!
Let's go over there.
Ronald Colman, we're over here!
Giudizio, take this chair too.
Burn this one too. Put it on top.
Set the old witch in it.
I'll stuff that chair down your
throat! Take it back home!
The old witch!
The old witch is here!
Let me marry her
before you burn her!
What are you looking at?
I wasn't looking, I swear.
Lay off!
Don't look. You'll get too excited.
Bring the firecrackers!
Light the bonfire and
burn the old witch!
"Burn away, O witch so old.
Burn the winter and the cold."
Here comes spring!
- I don't have a match.
- But your beloved has, my dear.
Long live the old witch!
Long live Giudizio!
I can, I command, I want!
Where's the ladder?
You want it? Take it!
Take it!
Hurry! I'm burning up!
In America I saw
bonfires 300 feet high.
- When were you ever in America?
- My parents are American.
I'll break your neck!
You should hear what my
father can do with his ass!
Hurray for spring!
- It gives me a funny feeling.
- Yeah, me too.
But winter's dying and
spring is on its way.
I feel it all over me already!
Our respects, milord.
Our respects, ma'am.
Our respects to you,
little countess.
Drink a little. It'll do you good.
Look, even your aunt's drinking.
Good old Lallo! No one
would know you're 60.
Look at that. Your brother
really is an asshole.
He's just a kid.
Now watch the Malaysian tiger leap!
Watch it!
You'll catch it when we get home!
The heel came off.
Then he'll have
to do without one!
Where's that other
useless ass gone?
Ciccio, throw the big
bang on the fire!
What are you up to?
Off to bed with you!
I'll put you in boarding school!
It's Scureza di Corpol? "The
Fart." Go to it, Scureza!
Bravo, Scureza!
The origins of this town are
lost in the mists of time.
In the municipal museum, there
are stone implements...
- All the best.
- My respects.
That date to prehistoric times.
I myself have found some
graffiti of great antiquity
in caves on Count
Lovignano's estate.
Be that as it may, the first date
we know for certain is 268 BC,
when this became a Roman colony
and the start of the Emilian Way.
Mr. Lawyer!
That, too, is characteristic of the
irreverent nature of these people,
who bear Roman and Celtic
blood in their veins.
Theirs is an exuberant,
generous, tenacious nature.
The divine Dante,
Pascoli, D'Annunzio
and many others have
lauded this land,
and innumerable are its sons
who have contributed greatly
to art, science,
religion and politics.
Who is that?
You think you're funny,
but you're too cowardly
to show your face.
Show yourself.
Come out here and I'll
teach you a thing or two!
- Mr. Lawyer.
- Yeah, yeah.
Gentlemen!
What's all this?
- Shall we take our places?
- If you insist, headmaster.
But I never come out
well in pictures.
You boys in the back,
get up on the bench.
- What is it now, De Santis?
- It wasn't me, sir!
Aldina.
Look - it looks like you.
What's going on?
Gigliozzi!
Take your seat.
Put it down her back.
Hold it like that, please.
What is this?
A stone.
- Yes, but what is it?
- I know.
- It's for a slingshot.
- An elephant's testicle?
I'll tell you. It's a pendulum.
You've certainly all seen
a grandfather clock.
And how does it go?
Where did Tiberius retire to upon
giving up command of the empire?
Capri.
- When was Agrippina killed?
- 69 AD.
Why did you give me a zero?
Wasn't it 69?
It was 59 AD.
Are you sure?
What do you mean, am I sure?
It was 59 AD!
Damn it! I knew it!
You'll drive me crazy!
Get back to your seat!
Why couldn't it have been 69?
There will come a day
when a renewed Italy
will take to the field of
battle on her own behalf
and not to defend her soil for
others, with their weapons.
Being spirit, the Universal
becomes incarnate in the state
and cannot but enter into the
true nature of the church.
But this reconciliation
between church
and state came about
through a deity
who brought order to members
of church and state,
demanding iron discipline
and the right to intervene
in every aspect of individual life.
He is God's chosen son
because he has the same
power as the Father.
Then there is the Holy Spirit,
to be placed on the same level
as the Father and the Son.
Is that clear?
That is why God is one
and also a trinity.
Today we'll speak of
the great Giotto.
Whose balls exploded like this!
Do you know, boys and girls,
why Giotto is so important
in Italian painting?
I'll tell you: Because
he invented perspective.
Per-spec-tive!
Teacher, may I leave the room?
Bobo let a real stinker!
What's that?
You're crazy.
It's not true. I never fart.
- You do too.
- I do not.
Alboino...
signed the peace.
Gigliozzi, out!
This one isn't difficult. Solve it.
Why did you stop? You
were doing fine.
What were you trying to do?
- Give me a clue.
- Pass it here.
Just think a moment.
X9 plus the square root of K3.
It's obvious!
Move over. What have you done here?
We'll go through it together.
What's this here?
What's this here, I said.
You must know how to read.
But I - - Keep quiet!
X9 plus the square root of K3...
There's your answer.
X1 = 140.
X2 = 3/5ths of the total,
less the difference.
Is that clear?
What have you done?
Are you crazy?
Janitor!
- Greek is so beautiful, isn't it?
- You betcha.
It's so musical.
Emarpszamen. Repeat after me.
Quiet.
Quiet down, the rest of you.
Try it again.
- Teacher, could you be so kind -
- As to what?
Could I hear it again?
Certainly. Listen.
Careful with the tongue.
It has to go here,
against the palate.
Then spit it out.
Quiet.
Try once more.
You see? Greek is so difficult.
What did you do with your tongue?
Don't stick it out so far.
- Like this?
- That's right.
- Back to your seat, damn it!
- I nearly had it that time.
- Who's that?
- It's Ciccio.
- Let me have that.
- Just one drag, okay?
Is it true Aldina tore up
yet another of your poems?
Yeah, but I've got another one.
"What a kind, gentle
maiden thou art, Aldina.
You set my heart beating
like a steam hammer."
- It's so nice and warm outside.
- I prefer Aldina's mother.
I wonder who's down on
the beach this morning.
Fu Manchu!
Volpina!
Volpina, come here!
What are you doing here?
What do you want?
I lost my pussycat.
Really?
There are no cats around here.
Go on home now.
It's hot, isn't it?
Aren't you all hot?
She's an odd one, eh?
Be a good girl and run on home.
There are no cats here.
Hey, boss!
Mortar wrote another poem.
When do you manage to
write these poems?
Mortar, let the boss
hear your poem.
Let's hear it.
What's it called?
- "Bricks."
- Good title.
"My grandfather made bricks."
My father made bricks.
I make bricks too,
"but where's my house?"
Very true. I get your point.
Quite right. But I, too,
was once a poor man,
and I gradually worked my
way up to master builder.
Things don't just fall in your lap.
You have to be patient.
You have to work.
With hard work, you can do it.
You have to work.
Aren't we working?
That's enough!
No drinking before the soup.
- Not before the soup.
- Is that engraved somewhere?
Your stomach will swell up.
I read it in the paper.
- Keep your hands to yourself!
- There's a spoon missing.
- Is it hot, Lallino?
- A little.
- Gimme a lot!
- You'll get your share.
Would you like some more, Lallo?
There's a little left.
- Has it got enough salt?
- Yes, Grandpa.
- Gina, give Grandpa a little.
- He's already eaten.
My father's father was
known as "Big Meat."
He lived to be 107 and
he was still doing it!
I can't take anymore.
So?
So when I was little, he taught me
to eat at 11:00 in the morning,
before the sun burns your head,
and at 4:00 in the afternoon.
Otherwise food is like poison
that gets into your blood.
Aren't you eating?
What did you do to your mother?
Nothing.
It's nothing they did!
Damn it all!
I get up at 4:00 a.m. and slave
away all day like a mule,
and when I come
home for a crust of
bread, I find a bunch
of long faces!
Now you won't have
to look at this one!
Ma'am, it's time to take
the water off the stove.
- What's the matter?
- Nothing!
- Then eat something!
- I don't want anything!
- Why not?
- Because I don't!
- Shut the door. It's cold.
- Just a minute.
I'm still convalescing.
- Who can that be at this hour?
- How would I know!
- Shall I go?
- Yes.
You think my fanny's
a good-luck charm?
Chicken always gets
stuck in my teeth.
Okay if I take a little more, Dad?
Hands off!
- Just a wing.
- I'll do the serving here.
Tell me, Miranda: Did
you put mint in this?
What do you mean, mint? It's sage.
But you noticed something
was different, didn't you?
Lallino has a sensitive palate.
Gina! Who is it?
- Well?
- It's Mr. Biondi.
- Right when I'm eating!
- Isn't he the bishop's cousin?
Are you bottomless pits or what?
Anyone would think I never fed you!
- Uncle, watch.
- If your dad sees you!
Uncle, do that trick for us.
Come on, just once.
Look, Titta!
Bravo!
- Isn't that hard, Uncle?
- Well, you know...
Good wine, this Sangiovese.
By the way, where
were you last night?
Me? At the movies.
And what was showing?
The Americans were trying to
penetrate Comanche territory.
They built a bridge
for the railroad,
but the Indians shot arrows
at them. It was a massacre!
I'll massacre you,
you little hooligan!
What's going on?
- I didn't do anything!
- Aurelio, leave him alone!
I'll put you in the hospital!
People are watching.
Starting tomorrow, no more
school, no more allowance!
He can start working with me!
- And how will you pay me?
- With a hammer in the face!
You have to tell me who
fathered this piece of shit!
At his age, I'd already been
working for three years!
Right, and you gave all
your money to Grandma!
That's enough now! Come in and eat!
Hello.
Everyone in town laughs
at us, even the roosters.
In my own home,
I'll do as I please!
Listen to His Royal Highness!
Give me your brother's plate.
- Where are you going with that?
- What did he do?
What did he do? I'll
show you what he did!
What did he do?
What did your brother do? Speak up!
I don't know!
This is Mr. Biondi's hat. He
was at the movies last night.
Just smell it. Know who did that?
That delinquent son of yours.
He pissed over the balcony
rail, right on Biondi's head.
It cost me three bills!
I'm sure it was those juvenile
delinquents he hangs around with!
Enough!
Stop taking his side! He's
getting worse and worse!
They're a pair of little hoodlums!
You've brought them up wrong!
Then you do it! Let's
see how well you do!
I can't stand any more!
I'm going crazy!
I'm going mad!
I'll kill the whole lot of you!
I'll put strychnine in your soup!
That's what I'll do!
One, two, three...
- But I'll kill myself first!
- Good.
- Right now!
- Go ahead.
You'll see! I'll kill myself first!
Uncle, look at Dad!
Why do these things happen to me?
What have I done?
Goddamn it all!
- Did you hurt yourself?
- What are you doing on the floor?
Hey, man, avoid
this one if you can.
Not the hat!
Evening, headmaster.
- There's Gradisca!
- Where?
If you give the
archbishop permission
to sell holy pictures
in the schools,
I'm sure there'll be no need to...
When are you showing The Vale
of Love with Gary Cooper?
Next week, my dear.
Thank you.
When can your little prince
come to bed with you?
You'll get my purse over your head!
Such behavior!
Get lost, Giudizio.
It was beautiful! I had a good cry!
Romanesque, 13th century,
perfectly preserved.
Mullion windows. Excuse me.
I'll continue later.
Lallo, read the telegram "White
Feather" got from Stockholm.
"Come immediately. Cannot
live without you. Inge."
Is she the bucktoothed
one from last summer?
Are you going? It'll be
damned cold up there now!
If I shot them, they'd
call me a murderer.
I'll throw them all
in a pit of lime!
Get the hell out of here!
I couldn't leave Mamma
behind for those buck teeth.
Look at Madam's new girls.
Hey, look!
See the big one with the hood?
Here I am!
Me too!
It's my God-given right to...
A lovely man. A lot
like Wallace Beery.
With that beard, he looked
like a French duke.
That's some cargo!
Good night, King Vittorio.
Good night, everybody.
This is the Victory Monument.
We used to visit it every day.
And I dreamed about
it at night too.
- I'm going, Mamma.
- Make a good confession.
If you've had anything to drink,
you can't receive communion.
You can drink water. You
just can't eat anything.
Not even water.
And tell him that
you're a delinquent,
that you upset your mother and
father, and that you answer back.
And that you curse
everything, understand?
Everything!
Who's first?
How long since your
last confession?
Christmas.
My God! Mass on
days of obligation?
Except when I had the mumps.
Do you honor your
father and mother?
Yes.
No, not like that!
White on one side,
yellow on the other.
What's it matter?
- It's a question of aesthetics.
- Fine.
Now then, do you honor
your father and mother?
Yes, but they don't honor me.
They beat me.
You must annoy them.
Do you tell lies?
I have to.
Do you covet others' goods?
The small flowers go
in the small vases.
What did you say you covet?
My pal Bragger's got a
raincoat with metal buckles
like the detective's in the
William Powell-Myrna Loy films.
Do you commit impure acts?
Do you touch yourself?
Do you know St. Louis weeps
when you touch yourself?
Let him weep.
I'm not gonna tell you.
You'll only tell Dad.
Don't tell me you
don't touch yourself.
How can you not, when you see
the woman in the tobacco shop,
as stacked as she
is, and she says...
Export brand?
And the math teacher who
looks just like a lion?
Mother of God!
How can you not touch yourself
when she looks at you that way?
What do you think we come to
see on St. Anthony's day,
when they bless the animals?
The sheep's butts?
See how he's looking at me?
How can I tell him about Volpina
and the time I pumped up her tires?
I didn't know people
kissed like that. Did you?
With their tongues
going in and out?
I'll ask the questions here.
Go on.
Then there's Gradisca.
Last summer I saw her going
into the movie theater.
It's not - You see...
I'm crazy about Gradisca.
I want a wife just like her.
She was alone.
There, right before my eyes.
I changed seats.
I changed seats again...
and again.
And finally...
Looking for something?
I sat there like an asshole.
I could have jumped in the harbor.
Father Balosa can't
understand these things.
But since I had to say something,
I said I'd touched myself
once, just a little,
but that I regretted
it immediately.
He was happy with that.
I had to say three
Our Fathers, Hail
Marys and Glorias,
and that was it.
You're absolved. Three Our
Fathers, Hail Marys and Glorias.
Do you touch yourself?
Just look at those
rings under your eyes.
You obviously do.
Just once.
In the garage.
- Quit it!
- What?
Always touching me.
- Jean Harlow!
- Gradisca!
The tobacco lady's tits!
- The girl at the circus!
- Which one?
With the fishnet stockings.
Aldina!
No, Aldina's mine!
I'll smack your face!
Platoon, attention!
There he is!
Comrades!
Hail Il Duce!
We hail Il Duce with grateful
hearts and the Fascist salute!
The greeting of Imperial Rome
that shows us...
the path of destiny that
Fascist Italy must follow.
Let me touch him! I
want to touch him!
Long live Il Duce!
Ninety-nine per cent of the
population are party members.
We have 1,200 Young Fascist boys
and 3,000 Young Fascist girls.
Our Fascist hearts beat as one,
but the work on the maritime
front needs attention.
This marvelous
enthusiasm makes us
young and yet so old
at the same time.
Young, because Fascism has
rejuvenated our blood
with glowing ideals
from ancient times.
All I can say is Mussolini's
got two balls this big!
Today, April 21 st,
we celebrate the
birth of Rome, the Eternal City.
What does that mean? That we
must respect the monuments,
the ruins that Rome has left us,
which is what I've done all along,
despite being razzed at night.
Do we not see, on this
glorious, sun-filled day,
that the Italian sun, forever free,
is a divine sign that the
heavens are on our side?
Miranda.
- Who locked the gate?
- I did.
- Why?
- You know why.
Unlock it.
You've heard what's been going
on in the piazza all day.
Open up. I have
business to take care of.
Nothing doing.
You're staying at home.
What's all this stuff?
If I wanted to be a
widow, I'd kill you myself.
I'll strangle you
with your neckerchief!
Think I'm scared of those
black-shirted lice?
Give me the key.
Damn it all!
Why is it that whenever
there's a rally,
I have to stay home?
This is the last straw!
One, two, three, four...
These youth are sturdy as rock.
Yes, sturdy as rock.
One, two...
Hail Il Duce!
Young Fascist Ciccio Marconi,
do you wish to marry Young
Fascist Aldina Cordini?
And you, Young Fascist
Aldina Cordini,
do you wish to marry Young
Fascist Ciccio Marconi?
Bravo, Ciccio!
Comrades, they speak
of "bread and work,"
but wouldn't "bread
and wine" be better?
- Fernet.
- Coffee.
Just a soft drink.
Three cheers for our comrade!
- Difficult shot.
- Yes, Your Excellency.
- Difficult shot.
- Indeed, Your Excellency.
I wouldn't like to
go up against him.
- Who killed the lights?
- Attilio, light a candle.
Light a candle!
There's a phonograph up above.
What are you saying?
Silence!
- That's the "Internationale"!
- What's that?
The anthem of subversives.
Where's it coming from?
Where are you hiding,
you scoundrel?
Incredible!
Show yourself, coward!
We await your orders, sir!
Everyone is to go home!
And close your windows!
Get inside, you!
Go home!
What are you doing there? Go home!
Hey! He's up there!
Come home now!
Up in the bell tower!
To arms.
We are Fascists We
fight the Communists.
GOD - COUNTRY - FAMILY
You're free to go.
You can go home.
You see? We Fascists
aren't all that bad.
We didn't harm a single
hair on your head.
More like a cozy
little kaffeeklatsch.
Good night, sonny boy.
Bring him here.
Take off your hat.
Sorry, it's a habit. Even at home.
Why don't you give
the Roman salute?
I didn't know it was mandatory.
I know nothing about politics.
Sit down.
So you know nothing about politics.
Yet you've been heard to say,
"If Mussolini keeps on like
this, I really don't know."
What did you mean by
"I really don't know"?
I never said anything like that.
I generally only talk about
my work. Perhaps I said,
"I really don't know
how politics work."
Was it a threat?
Certainly not.
- Lack of faith in Fascism?
- No. Why?
- Or perhaps subversive propaganda?
- No, I'd have no reason.
And you know nothing about
the phonograph either?
Phonograph?
Don't get smart! Answer!
I was asleep. These
guys woke me up.
I didn't even have
time to put on my tie.
Your tie... or your
anarchist's neckerchief?
What neckerchief?
Would you like to drink a toast
to the triumph of Fascism?
Really, at this hour...
At this hour!
You fools! Trying our
patience like this!
You must drink to a Fascist
victory, my friend.
Don't make us crack your
skulls open to convince you
that Fascism is for your
protection and dignity!
To hell with you ignorant
bunch of animals!
- This is castor oil.
- Drink it.
No. Why should I? What did I do?
What are you doing? Let me go!
Be a good boy, now.
Open your mouth.
Don't make me angry.
Drink up. It'll do you good.
Just look at him, a man of his age.
He's a disgrace!
You vomiting on my shoes?
This is what saddens us.
This utter refusal to understand.
Why?
Why?
There must be something
wrong with your head.
Have some more. It'll clear
up those ideas of yours.
- You'll pay for this.
- Send us the bill.
Good heavens, 2:00 o'clock.
What happened?
You won't listen to me.
You'll see.
Stand up.
Dry yourself off.
Don't catch cold.
Dad!
Go to bed!
God, he stinks!
If the person who squealed
is who I think it was,
he'd better move to
another continent
or I'll eat his guts out!
I'll have his balls for dinner!
Traitorous son of a bitch!
The Grand Hotel.
I call her "the Old Lady."
I come here every year to
sip the nectar of love.
I offer tenderness and yearn
for tenderness in return.
I'm the only one in town who
visits the Grand Hotel.
They say Gradisca was here once,
and it was because of that
highly improbable adventure
that she came to be
called Gradisca.
Her real name is Ninola.
But one winter night
three years ago...
Don't let us down, Ninola.
The prince is a handsome man.
If he looks satisfied, mention
the work on the harbor.
One word from him is
all it would take.
Be polite. Speak proper Italian.
He's a real prince, not
just any old asshole.
Besides, it's a great
opportunity for you too.
The harbor.
Mr. Prince, sir...
gradisca! (Whatever you desire)
And that's how Ninola came
to be called Gradisca.
Mind you, I don't attribute
much truth to that story,
nor to the one that Biscein tells.
He's a born liar. He makes
up a new one every day.
A couple of years back,
an emir arrived with
his 30 concubines.
I saw him arrive.
The emir locked all
30 rooms up tight
every night. That much is true.
It's the rest of Biscein's
story that leaks like a sieve.
The silly man claims that
on that very night...
Beans, olives, toasted melon seeds!
I'm coming, girls!
Come on, Biscein.
Sweet Jesus, the pussy!
One, two, three, four...
He claims that, between the
beautiful girls and the ugly ones,
he polished off 28
of them that night.
Uncle!
Are you Polish? Only Polish women
have that fire in their eyes.
Uncle's a great dancer.
Commandant... ladies...
Then you must be Czech,
because only Czech women have
that fire in their eyes.
I know Italian:
Bellissimo, buona sera,
Michelangelo, fanculo,
o sole mio.
Good evening.
- Uncle!
- Get out of here!
Jesus, the asshole waiter!
You see sea?
You take walk with me. Come.
Leopardi wrote poetry.
Do you know Leopardi?
No, this is my first time here.
Dante Alighieri here.
Leopardi here,
or even here.
Oh, good!
How did it go?
How do you think?
I always find German
women to be pushovers.
She's really fallen for me.
And to prove it, she even
offered me posterior intimacy.
Uncle!
Uncle Teo was Dad's brother.
We took him out for a ride
once a month in the summer.
He's coming.
Here he comes.
Hello, Uncle.
How are things, Teo?
He's happy, Mamma.
- He's looking well.
- Yes, he is.
Watch your step.
- Here he is.
- Hello, Uncle.
- How are you?
- And how are you?
I'm fine. I go to school.
We're taking you to the
farm for some passatelli.
What do you think of that?
Look, Dad's here too.
My boy! Give Dad a kiss.
- He's doing well.
- He's doing okay.
He's grown, hasn't he?
He's in the fifth grade.
And that one got dead
drunk the other night.
- Teo, how are things?
- I'm much better.
Mamma, the pastries.
Uncle, Mamma brought
you some pastries.
We'll be back before evening.
Here, have a smoke on me.
Sit here next to Dad.
Is Father Pazzaglia still alive?
He's been dead ten years now.
He's been gone quite some time.
- He was alive last year.
- That was Father Amedeo.
Is he dead too?
No, he's alive.
Exactly. That's what I was saying.
I saw him last year, walking
along with a bunch of flowers.
I wonder where he was going.
Teo was a bright lad
when he was eight.
No offense, Aurelio,
but Teo was much smarter
than you in school.
I grant you that.
That's quite true.
He still is, even now.
You like being with us, Teo?
Uncle, the sea's over
there, like a blue streak.
Dad, can I drive?
Come on, I'm just sitting here!
Let me drive!
That'd be the first time a
mule ever drove a horse!
That road is shorter.
That's an awful road,
full of potholes
big enough to swallow
up our carriage.
- Is something wrong?
- His pocket.
Why do you carry those
in your pocket?
These stones?
- Aren't they heavy?
- Stones are beautiful.
Stop the carriage.
- What is it?
- Teo needs to take a leak.
If he has to...
Watch your step getting down.
- You too?
- What of it?
Don't be long, Grandpa. I'm hungry.
My father's father used to say,
"To be fit as a fiddle,
you have to piddle.
To be fit as a frog,
pee like a dog."
What a beautiful green, Teo!
- Nice mare. How old is she?
- Three years and two months.
She's got just one bad habit:
She can't stand train whistles.
When I'm waiting my
turn at the station,
it's really a job to hold her!
What'll you give her to eat today?
Some cappelletti.
You forgot to unbutton your fly.
Uncle pissed in his pants!
And they said he was okay!
You didn't undo your fly.
He forgot.
It's true. The sea looks
like a blue streak.
Uncle, you pissed in your pants!
Shut up!
He didn't open the shop!
No matter. You can
change at the farm.
Come here, or I'll throw
myself under the wheels!
Sit down, you little hoodlum!
Shall we move on?
Go, go!
Another fine meal.
You all go and see the spring.
My son Teo and I will stay here
and have another glass of wine.
Fine, but just one.
Know what I'm gonna do?
Take a nap.
Good. It'll be nice
here in the shade.
The egg's lovely, isn't it, Teo?
I'm like that too.
I can stare at an egg for hours,
wondering how nature can
make things so perfect.
'Cause it was God who made nature,
not an ignoramus like you!
Oh, lay off!
See you back here later.
Keep your eye on him, Dad.
Menghino, how far
away is this spring?
Uncle, look. I'm hypnotizing it.
Oliva!
There's a toad here that
looks like Father Balosa.
- How is it?
- Fantastic.
And it won't give you a hangover.
We'll set this here.
Get that away from there!
Naughty boy!
I know your name, you delinquent!
- Dad!
- What?
Uncle Teo's up a tree!
- What's he shouting?
- I didn't understand.
Uncle Teo's up a tree!
I want a woman!
I want a woman!
Where am I going to find
you a woman, my boy?
Your uncle's up there.
I want a woman!
He's up there!
Come down, Teo, or
you'll hurt yourself.
Go get a ladder!
Is this how you keep an eye on him?
How did he get up there?
I'll go up and get him.
I'm gonna pound you
into the ground!
I want a woman!
How did he get up there? If he
falls, he'll break his neck.
Go inside and stop being dramatic!
Dramatic?
How did this happen?
We were having a
drink, and suddenly...
He climbed up there like a cat.
Are you throwing stones
at your old dad?
Get down here!
That's enough now!
Aurelio, don't you
go crazy on me too!
Teo, you've upset your brother.
Come down now!
I want a woman!
Quite a normal urge, actually.
He's 42 years old.
Yeah, but he's gonna fall.
When I was 42...
I'm telling you.
That's enough now!
Come down, Teo!
Good shot, Uncle!
Right in the head!
My head!
I'm coming up now. Don't
throw anything at me.
We'll take some birds home...
- You want to kill us all?
- I'm going up there.
Yes, sirree!
Throw one at me and
you'll hear about it!
What a shot!
Bastard! I hope somebody
kicks you in the nuts!
Christ, what'll I do now? Jerk off?
I'm an asshole, a stupid asshole!
We're all going home.
Driver, hitch up the horse.
We're going home.
Come on, everyone.
We're going home.
You just gonna leave him up there?
Yes! Hitch up the horse.
- Whatever you say.
- Dad! Titta!
Get your mother.
Where's your mother?
- You're leaving him there?
- He's fine.
- Let's go! I want to go home.
- But he's my son!
Aurelio, listen.
I want a woman!
Teo, we're going. Come down!
- But he's sick!
- We're just pretending. Come on!
Aurelio, let me climb up.
I'll talk to him.
I'll get him down.
Everyone in the carriage!
We're leaving right now! Get in!
Teo, you gonna stay up there?
We're going now. It's late.
It's getting dark.
Who'll take you back?
You gonna stay up there?
All right, then. Bye!
Come down!
Teo, Holy Mother of God!
Are you gonna come down?
We're leaving!
Go!
- Teo, come down!
- Bye, Uncle!
He'll kill us all today.
Come on, everyone out!
No questions!
What are you crying about?
You drive to the hospital
and get the attendants.
Hurry, or I'll throw
myself down the well!
What are you crying about?
It's one big laugh riot!
Listen to the poor boy.
Feeling better?
I want a woman!
I can't stand any more!
- Make him shut up!
- Dad.
What do you want?
Shall I go and get Volpina?
Dad, look!
Mamma, they're here.
- Evening, Doctor.
- What's happened?
- He's up the tree.
- Nice place. Is all this yours?
It's just an old farm.
He's been up there for five hours.
You can't see him now
because of the foliage.
- What did you do to him?
- Nothing.
He's been shouting
and throwing stones.
I hope he won't be like
this his whole life.
A dwarf nun!
It'll be bad for him
and worse for us.
Don't worry. She'll
take care of it.
Been getting some fresh air?
Is she going up?
Come down now! I'm not going to
play these damn silly games!
Jesus, look at that! She
got him right down!
She got him down,
and he's all happy.
Here he is.
Up to your tricks again, were you?
What were you doing up there?
Counting how many stones fig
trees grow this season.
Go on now. Take him home.
Some days he's normal, some days
not. Just like the rest of us.
- Bye, Uncle.
- Titta, take care.
You can see Gigino's
place from up there.
I haven't seen him in so long.
Between 11:00 and midnight,
in Caghetta's boat.
It's 30 stories high,
with 16 smokestacks.
Think what a pirate could
do with a ship like that.
Where's Ronald Colman?
I don't see him.
Hurray for Gradisca!
Hello, sister.
Your steamboat. Climb aboard.
Where are all these people going?
Where are they going
with hearts pounding?
Today is a very important day for
our country, for the fatherland.
Come on, we're off!
If you drop me, you'll pay.
I'd like to tell you but I can't,
because it's all
still up in the air.
- Where are all these people going?
- Stop busting their balls.
How far out will it be?
Four miles. But thanks to Galileo,
it will seem like 400 feet to us.
Marvelous! It'll seem like
it's coming straight at us.
Mr. Lawyer, how much will it weigh?
About 2 1/2 times the
weight of the Grand Hotel.
Plus the Arch of Augustus.
Go thou, Queen of the Sea.
"Thou passeth, and thy destiny"
I shall follow in the waves,
"watching your glistening wake."
Move closer to your mother.
Ma'am, move nearer to your son.
Holy shit! That water's
really freezing!
My nuts have shriveled to the
size of two dried beans.
You swam all the
way from the shore?
Where else?
Freestyle.
I want to dance with you.
Like this all night.
The third day, I went out in my
little boat and whistled as usual.
Up jumps the dolphin near
the edge of the boat.
He looks at me and says, "Mamma."
What a load of bull!
No, dolphins are intelligent.
My dentist told me so.
Look how many there are.
Millions and millions
and millions of stars.
Jesus Christ!
I wonder how they all
stay in place up there.
I mean, it's pretty simple for us.
To build a house, we use so
many bricks, so much lime.
But up there, sweet Jesus! Where
do you put the foundations?
They're not made of
confetti, you know.
Miranda.
Are you asleep? Answer me.
Are you cold? Take my jacket.
I don't want it.
Put it around your shoulders or
you'll start complaining
of a chill.
Have we got much longer to wait?
How would I know? They
said around midnight.
But it's coming all
the way from America!
Go fuck yourselves, all of you!
Some friend, eh?
That's his way of being nice.
I was full of hope every time,
but it never came to anything.
And now...
- You know how old I am?
- Fifty-two?
I'm not ashamed to tell the truth.
In fact, I always add
on a few years. I'm 30.
- Hard to believe.
- I haven't given up hope.
I thought 27 or 28.
I want one of those encounters
that last a lifetime.
I want a family, children,
a husband to chat with in the
evening over coffee, maybe,
and to make love with now and then,
because when you must, you must.
But affection is even
more important than love,
and I'm so full of affection.
But who can I give it to?
Who will take it?
Why are you crying?
The silly girl's crying.
Because she's a delicate
and sensitive girl.
Don't cry. I'm here.
She's right. Men are all the same.
Don't cry, my darling.
There it is!
Dad!
The Rex!
Hurray for the Rex! The greatest
thing the regime ever built!
As the representative of the
Podest? I wish you a safe journey!
Long live Italy!
What's it like?
Gina!
Just look at this.
Can't see a darned thing.
I'll keep to the wall.
The last fog like this was in '22.
Careful now! Stop!
There's a man here!
Well, damn it all!
Gina!
Where am I?
I don't seem to be anywhere.
If death is like this,
I don't think much of it.
Everything's gone:
People, trees, birds, wine.
Well, up yours!
Dino!
I can't even find my house.
Where am I?
What do you mean? You're
right in front of it!
- Where are you going in this fog?
- To school. Bye, Grandpa.
Just think of that.
I was in Norway.
Two women.
Beautiful, huge
Norwegians!
Beans, olives, toasted melon seeds!
It's open. You can get in.
Last one in is a queer!
Naso, get an eyeful of this.
Look at that!
It's gorgeous!
Where are you, my love?
- It was No. 18.
- Campari!
Aldina, wanna know who it was?
We know. It was Campari.
I met him in the race at Monza.
- Lallo, where are you going?
- Be careful!
- What is it?
- An ear.
Look, an ear!
- May I come in?
- I'm closed.
May I come in, miss? Good evening.
- What do you want?
- A cigarette.
- May I help you?
- You couldn't manage.
What do you mean?
I can lift 175 pounds. I
can even lift my father.
Don't make me laugh.
- Why? What do you weigh?
- I don't know.
- I could lift you too.
- Oh, yeah?
Let's see.
I really can, you know.
Let's see.
Silly boy, put me down!
- I did it!
- You're very strong.
See?
- I can do it again.
- I don't believe you.
That's enough now.
Put me down.
- You drive me...
- I said that's enough.
What are you doing? You'll
drop me, you crazy boy!
You're crazy, you know that?
What's happening to me?
Oh, my head.
See how many times I did it?
Yes, my little darling.
Come here. You really are sweet.
Drive me crazy... just a little.
- What should I do?
- Suck.
Come on.
You can have this one too.
Don't blow! Suck!
Is this right?
You have to suck, you idiot!
- What are you doing?
- I can't breathe!
Stop it now.
Go on now. I have to close up.
What was it you wanted?
A cigarette?
It's on me. Now scram.
- I can't lift it.
- Out of the way.
- Go on. Get out.
- Good night.
Drink it. It'll do you good.
- It's hot!
- It's supposed to be.
There's a fly in here.
- Where?
- There.
It was there.
The only house with
flies in the winter.
How did it happen with you and Dad?
How did what happen?
How'd you meet, fall
in love, get married?
What's all this about?
And who remembers anyway?
Your dad's not a great
one for compliments.
He was a laborer at Saludecio.
My folks had a bit of money
and didn't think much of him.
So... well...
we eloped without a word to anyone.
When did he give you
the first kiss?
What kind of question is that?
I don't even know if there was one.
The first time we met, he raised
his hat, and that was all.
It was the most one
could do in those days.
It's not like now, when all
kinds of things go on.
But I never manage to do anything!
Keep those covers on.
You're all sweaty.
What do you mean "manage"?
You're still in short pants.
Get me some long ones then,
like the other kids!
What others?
She told me I wasn't to
send any more love letters.
Take the bike and get the doctor.
Tell him to hurry.
Get him to examine you too.
You scared me the other day.
Run along.
But I'll send letters
whenever I like.
Africa.
I'll become a doctor
and go to Africa.
That'll teach her.
It's snowing outside!
It's true! It's snowing!
Professor Fighetta, up yours!
If it goes on like this,
there'll be no school for days.
Look, the mountains are all white!
Let's go see the snow on the water.
Too moist. It'll never stick.
Go away. Get the hell out of here.
Stay where you are.
The sparrows!
- Wait, I'm coming with you.
- Hurry up.
Titta, look how it's coming down!
Let's open the window.
It's beautiful!
Me too!
Still snowing!
Four days this goddamn
stuff's been around!
This will go down as the
Year of the Big Snow.
With the exception of the Ice Age,
it's never snowed this
heavily in our town.
That must've been some young
boy, not the usual guy.
As I was saying, the
exceptional years were
1541, 1694,
1728 and 1888,
when, against all odds,
it snowed on July 13th.
You'll make us all deaf, idiot!
Where is she?
How's your mother?
Better now.
She's still in the hospital, but
she's off the critical list.
That's good - the poor woman.
Give her my regards.
Your mother's a kind lady.
She always gave me soup and wine.
A kind lady.
How are you feeling?
- I brought you carnations.
- Thank you. How are you?
Hello, Aurelio.
They're lovely.
I was just looking out the window.
Now I'll go back to bed.
But I'm feeling better today.
What lovely colors.
Aren't you hot with this on?
- Have you eaten?
- Yes.
Are you still getting on
your father's nerves?
He pounds me over the head!
He'll beat all the sense out of me!
They have a nice garden here.
I didn't know.
It looks as though it's
in bloom, with the snow.
Mamma, it's still snowing.
In one sense, you're
lucky to be here,
all warm in bed, with this weather.
The poor man's tired
when he gets home.
Don't talk back to him.
You're a grown-up now.
Don't throw ice! It hurts!
"Wind and rain, go home again. I
don't want to feel the pain."
Idiot! No!
A difficult shot, Your Excellency!
No! Not at Gradisca!
Enough! I give up!
Break my windows and I'll
crack your skulls open!
Who's that?
- What's that?
- I don't know.
Look, it's the count's peacock!
There it is.
It's coming down.
Shall we catch it, boys?
Holy shit!
I don't understand.
What's happened?
I'll tell you in the car, Uncle.
Why in the car? Where are we going?
Close by. To Aunt Zaira's farm.
A relative's come from America
and wants to say hello to you.
Then why doesn't he come here?
Who is this relative?
Auntie died.
Be strong.
Don't take it like that. Open up.
- Open up.
- No, I won't!
- Lallo!
- He fainted!
Uncle's not feeling good.
Then take him to the whorehouse.
Make the sign of the cross, Dad.
- How do you feel now?
- Better.
Don't take it so hard. Be strong.
Everybody in line now.
Where are the orphans?
Stop that!
Hurray for the bride and groom!
Give me your arm, Naso.
Make way, make way! My
breasts are full of milk!
"'Bride and groom' or 'newlyweds',
whatever they may call ya,
here's hoping you find wedded
bliss in far-off Battipaglia."
When you're drunk,
you can even rhyme!
Gradisca's getting
married and going away.
Sorry if we got on your nerves.
We hate to see you go.
We're really going to miss you!
"Silence is golden, but
words are like jewels.
May this married couple
live happy as fools!"
Where's the bride?
Our Gradisca is leaving us.
She found her Gary Cooper.
Though Gary Cooper's a cowboy,
while Matteo is a carabiniere.
But love is love all the same.
Good luck, Gradisca.
Long live the bride and groom!
You have fulfilled
your dream of love.
Now it's your happy duty
to have many children
for your family, for the
church and for your country!
"Gathered here at the
drinking trough,
here's one more toast
to send them off!"
A picture!
We're gonna take pictures now.
Give me your mirror.
Everybody get behind the bride.
She's lovely, our Ninola!
- Why are you crying?
- I'm not crying anymore.
Get closer together.
The carabiniere should
move back a little.
Stand in the light.
- Hold it.
- Hey, it's raining.
Smile.
One more.
Gangway!
Stop falling all over
us, you drunkard!
Let's move into the sun, with
the bride in the center.
I've made up another rhyme,
and it goes like this:
"Though the world may be full
of things beautiful and dear,
of towns even nicer and
prettier than here -".
A little water'll do you good.
You'll have a bath for once.
Get up.
It stopped. Sit down and play!
A wet bride is a lucky bride.
Long live Italy!
How will you live so far from here?
Good-bye to you all. Go home.
Biscein bids you good-bye.
Naso, I'm going home!
Wait for me! I'm coming with you!
Wait! My bouquet!
Good-bye! I love you all!
Gradisca's taking off!
She's leaving.
Good-bye, Gradisca!
The puffballs!
Titta!
Where's Titta?
Shall we go fishing in the harbor?
Titta left a while ago.
The puffballs!
"When the puffballs come,
then winter is almost gone."
"When the puffballs soar,
then Winter is no more."
I've got the best one!
- Ciccio, let's go to the seashore.
- Look at this one!
In our town, the puffballs
arrive hand in hand with spring.
These are the sort of
puffballs that drift around,
soaring over the cemetery,
where all rest in peace,
soaring over the beachfront and
the Germans, newly arrived,
who don't feel the cold.
Drifting, drifting...
swirling...
swirling... swirling...
Drifting, drifting, drifting!
I'm the last of fourteen children.
By then my father had had enough,
so he called me Definitivo.
If he'd had enough sooner, there'd
have been one less chatterer.
Good evening.
See you in the square.
I've come for my sister.
Am I too early?
Your sister's here.
Fiorella, I'm all done. Come in.
I better calm you down, you
horny beast. What a body!
The bonfire's bigger
this year than last.
You going to the bonfire tonight?
What are you playing?
A brand-new tune I wrote.
Listen to this.
Now, Dad, we'll watch them light
the bonfire, then off to bed.
The doctor says you
must get to bed early.
The doctor's an asshole.
I'll go to bed when I want.
Then you'll end up in the hospital,
and this time I'll leave you there.
Blockheads! Numskulls!
Scram! That's my spot!
Creeps!
- Let me through!
- Listen to this one.
One father can take
care of 100 kids,
but 100 kids can't take care of one
father. That's the gospel truth.
- I want to set off a firecracker.
- Stay here!
Hey, Giudizio, catch!
I can, I command, I want!
Long live Giudizio!
Volpina, have you made love today?
How many men did you service?
I bet you even dip a cock
in your morning coffee.
Here she is!
You're the greatest, Gradisca.
Greta Garbo's got nothing on you!
Let's go over there.
Ronald Colman, we're over here!
Giudizio, take this chair too.
Burn this one too. Put it on top.
Set the old witch in it.
I'll stuff that chair down your
throat! Take it back home!
The old witch!
The old witch is here!
Let me marry her
before you burn her!
What are you looking at?
I wasn't looking, I swear.
Lay off!
Don't look. You'll get too excited.
Bring the firecrackers!
Light the bonfire and
burn the old witch!
"Burn away, O witch so old.
Burn the winter and the cold."
Here comes spring!
- I don't have a match.
- But your beloved has, my dear.
Long live the old witch!
Long live Giudizio!
I can, I command, I want!
Where's the ladder?
You want it? Take it!
Take it!
Hurry! I'm burning up!
In America I saw
bonfires 300 feet high.
- When were you ever in America?
- My parents are American.
I'll break your neck!
You should hear what my
father can do with his ass!
Hurray for spring!
- It gives me a funny feeling.
- Yeah, me too.
But winter's dying and
spring is on its way.
I feel it all over me already!
Our respects, milord.
Our respects, ma'am.
Our respects to you,
little countess.
Drink a little. It'll do you good.
Look, even your aunt's drinking.
Good old Lallo! No one
would know you're 60.
Look at that. Your brother
really is an asshole.
He's just a kid.
Now watch the Malaysian tiger leap!
Watch it!
You'll catch it when we get home!
The heel came off.
Then he'll have
to do without one!
Where's that other
useless ass gone?
Ciccio, throw the big
bang on the fire!
What are you up to?
Off to bed with you!
I'll put you in boarding school!
It's Scureza di Corpol? "The
Fart." Go to it, Scureza!
Bravo, Scureza!
The origins of this town are
lost in the mists of time.
In the municipal museum, there
are stone implements...
- All the best.
- My respects.
That date to prehistoric times.
I myself have found some
graffiti of great antiquity
in caves on Count
Lovignano's estate.
Be that as it may, the first date
we know for certain is 268 BC,
when this became a Roman colony
and the start of the Emilian Way.
Mr. Lawyer!
That, too, is characteristic of the
irreverent nature of these people,
who bear Roman and Celtic
blood in their veins.
Theirs is an exuberant,
generous, tenacious nature.
The divine Dante,
Pascoli, D'Annunzio
and many others have
lauded this land,
and innumerable are its sons
who have contributed greatly
to art, science,
religion and politics.
Who is that?
You think you're funny,
but you're too cowardly
to show your face.
Show yourself.
Come out here and I'll
teach you a thing or two!
- Mr. Lawyer.
- Yeah, yeah.
Gentlemen!
What's all this?
- Shall we take our places?
- If you insist, headmaster.
But I never come out
well in pictures.
You boys in the back,
get up on the bench.
- What is it now, De Santis?
- It wasn't me, sir!
Aldina.
Look - it looks like you.
What's going on?
Gigliozzi!
Take your seat.
Put it down her back.
Hold it like that, please.
What is this?
A stone.
- Yes, but what is it?
- I know.
- It's for a slingshot.
- An elephant's testicle?
I'll tell you. It's a pendulum.
You've certainly all seen
a grandfather clock.
And how does it go?
Where did Tiberius retire to upon
giving up command of the empire?
Capri.
- When was Agrippina killed?
- 69 AD.
Why did you give me a zero?
Wasn't it 69?
It was 59 AD.
Are you sure?
What do you mean, am I sure?
It was 59 AD!
Damn it! I knew it!
You'll drive me crazy!
Get back to your seat!
Why couldn't it have been 69?
There will come a day
when a renewed Italy
will take to the field of
battle on her own behalf
and not to defend her soil for
others, with their weapons.
Being spirit, the Universal
becomes incarnate in the state
and cannot but enter into the
true nature of the church.
But this reconciliation
between church
and state came about
through a deity
who brought order to members
of church and state,
demanding iron discipline
and the right to intervene
in every aspect of individual life.
He is God's chosen son
because he has the same
power as the Father.
Then there is the Holy Spirit,
to be placed on the same level
as the Father and the Son.
Is that clear?
That is why God is one
and also a trinity.
Today we'll speak of
the great Giotto.
Whose balls exploded like this!
Do you know, boys and girls,
why Giotto is so important
in Italian painting?
I'll tell you: Because
he invented perspective.
Per-spec-tive!
Teacher, may I leave the room?
Bobo let a real stinker!
What's that?
You're crazy.
It's not true. I never fart.
- You do too.
- I do not.
Alboino...
signed the peace.
Gigliozzi, out!
This one isn't difficult. Solve it.
Why did you stop? You
were doing fine.
What were you trying to do?
- Give me a clue.
- Pass it here.
Just think a moment.
X9 plus the square root of K3.
It's obvious!
Move over. What have you done here?
We'll go through it together.
What's this here?
What's this here, I said.
You must know how to read.
But I - - Keep quiet!
X9 plus the square root of K3...
There's your answer.
X1 = 140.
X2 = 3/5ths of the total,
less the difference.
Is that clear?
What have you done?
Are you crazy?
Janitor!
- Greek is so beautiful, isn't it?
- You betcha.
It's so musical.
Emarpszamen. Repeat after me.
Quiet.
Quiet down, the rest of you.
Try it again.
- Teacher, could you be so kind -
- As to what?
Could I hear it again?
Certainly. Listen.
Careful with the tongue.
It has to go here,
against the palate.
Then spit it out.
Quiet.
Try once more.
You see? Greek is so difficult.
What did you do with your tongue?
Don't stick it out so far.
- Like this?
- That's right.
- Back to your seat, damn it!
- I nearly had it that time.
- Who's that?
- It's Ciccio.
- Let me have that.
- Just one drag, okay?
Is it true Aldina tore up
yet another of your poems?
Yeah, but I've got another one.
"What a kind, gentle
maiden thou art, Aldina.
You set my heart beating
like a steam hammer."
- It's so nice and warm outside.
- I prefer Aldina's mother.
I wonder who's down on
the beach this morning.
Fu Manchu!
Volpina!
Volpina, come here!
What are you doing here?
What do you want?
I lost my pussycat.
Really?
There are no cats around here.
Go on home now.
It's hot, isn't it?
Aren't you all hot?
She's an odd one, eh?
Be a good girl and run on home.
There are no cats here.
Hey, boss!
Mortar wrote another poem.
When do you manage to
write these poems?
Mortar, let the boss
hear your poem.
Let's hear it.
What's it called?
- "Bricks."
- Good title.
"My grandfather made bricks."
My father made bricks.
I make bricks too,
"but where's my house?"
Very true. I get your point.
Quite right. But I, too,
was once a poor man,
and I gradually worked my
way up to master builder.
Things don't just fall in your lap.
You have to be patient.
You have to work.
With hard work, you can do it.
You have to work.
Aren't we working?
That's enough!
No drinking before the soup.
- Not before the soup.
- Is that engraved somewhere?
Your stomach will swell up.
I read it in the paper.
- Keep your hands to yourself!
- There's a spoon missing.
- Is it hot, Lallino?
- A little.
- Gimme a lot!
- You'll get your share.
Would you like some more, Lallo?
There's a little left.
- Has it got enough salt?
- Yes, Grandpa.
- Gina, give Grandpa a little.
- He's already eaten.
My father's father was
known as "Big Meat."
He lived to be 107 and
he was still doing it!
I can't take anymore.
So?
So when I was little, he taught me
to eat at 11:00 in the morning,
before the sun burns your head,
and at 4:00 in the afternoon.
Otherwise food is like poison
that gets into your blood.
Aren't you eating?
What did you do to your mother?
Nothing.
It's nothing they did!
Damn it all!
I get up at 4:00 a.m. and slave
away all day like a mule,
and when I come
home for a crust of
bread, I find a bunch
of long faces!
Now you won't have
to look at this one!
Ma'am, it's time to take
the water off the stove.
- What's the matter?
- Nothing!
- Then eat something!
- I don't want anything!
- Why not?
- Because I don't!
- Shut the door. It's cold.
- Just a minute.
I'm still convalescing.
- Who can that be at this hour?
- How would I know!
- Shall I go?
- Yes.
You think my fanny's
a good-luck charm?
Chicken always gets
stuck in my teeth.
Okay if I take a little more, Dad?
Hands off!
- Just a wing.
- I'll do the serving here.
Tell me, Miranda: Did
you put mint in this?
What do you mean, mint? It's sage.
But you noticed something
was different, didn't you?
Lallino has a sensitive palate.
Gina! Who is it?
- Well?
- It's Mr. Biondi.
- Right when I'm eating!
- Isn't he the bishop's cousin?
Are you bottomless pits or what?
Anyone would think I never fed you!
- Uncle, watch.
- If your dad sees you!
Uncle, do that trick for us.
Come on, just once.
Look, Titta!
Bravo!
- Isn't that hard, Uncle?
- Well, you know...
Good wine, this Sangiovese.
By the way, where
were you last night?
Me? At the movies.
And what was showing?
The Americans were trying to
penetrate Comanche territory.
They built a bridge
for the railroad,
but the Indians shot arrows
at them. It was a massacre!
I'll massacre you,
you little hooligan!
What's going on?
- I didn't do anything!
- Aurelio, leave him alone!
I'll put you in the hospital!
People are watching.
Starting tomorrow, no more
school, no more allowance!
He can start working with me!
- And how will you pay me?
- With a hammer in the face!
You have to tell me who
fathered this piece of shit!
At his age, I'd already been
working for three years!
Right, and you gave all
your money to Grandma!
That's enough now! Come in and eat!
Hello.
Everyone in town laughs
at us, even the roosters.
In my own home,
I'll do as I please!
Listen to His Royal Highness!
Give me your brother's plate.
- Where are you going with that?
- What did he do?
What did he do? I'll
show you what he did!
What did he do?
What did your brother do? Speak up!
I don't know!
This is Mr. Biondi's hat. He
was at the movies last night.
Just smell it. Know who did that?
That delinquent son of yours.
He pissed over the balcony
rail, right on Biondi's head.
It cost me three bills!
I'm sure it was those juvenile
delinquents he hangs around with!
Enough!
Stop taking his side! He's
getting worse and worse!
They're a pair of little hoodlums!
You've brought them up wrong!
Then you do it! Let's
see how well you do!
I can't stand any more!
I'm going crazy!
I'm going mad!
I'll kill the whole lot of you!
I'll put strychnine in your soup!
That's what I'll do!
One, two, three...
- But I'll kill myself first!
- Good.
- Right now!
- Go ahead.
You'll see! I'll kill myself first!
Uncle, look at Dad!
Why do these things happen to me?
What have I done?
Goddamn it all!
- Did you hurt yourself?
- What are you doing on the floor?
Hey, man, avoid
this one if you can.
Not the hat!
Evening, headmaster.
- There's Gradisca!
- Where?
If you give the
archbishop permission
to sell holy pictures
in the schools,
I'm sure there'll be no need to...
When are you showing The Vale
of Love with Gary Cooper?
Next week, my dear.
Thank you.
When can your little prince
come to bed with you?
You'll get my purse over your head!
Such behavior!
Get lost, Giudizio.
It was beautiful! I had a good cry!
Romanesque, 13th century,
perfectly preserved.
Mullion windows. Excuse me.
I'll continue later.
Lallo, read the telegram "White
Feather" got from Stockholm.
"Come immediately. Cannot
live without you. Inge."
Is she the bucktoothed
one from last summer?
Are you going? It'll be
damned cold up there now!
If I shot them, they'd
call me a murderer.
I'll throw them all
in a pit of lime!
Get the hell out of here!
I couldn't leave Mamma
behind for those buck teeth.
Look at Madam's new girls.
Hey, look!
See the big one with the hood?
Here I am!
Me too!
It's my God-given right to...
A lovely man. A lot
like Wallace Beery.
With that beard, he looked
like a French duke.
That's some cargo!
Good night, King Vittorio.
Good night, everybody.
This is the Victory Monument.
We used to visit it every day.
And I dreamed about
it at night too.
- I'm going, Mamma.
- Make a good confession.
If you've had anything to drink,
you can't receive communion.
You can drink water. You
just can't eat anything.
Not even water.
And tell him that
you're a delinquent,
that you upset your mother and
father, and that you answer back.
And that you curse
everything, understand?
Everything!
Who's first?
How long since your
last confession?
Christmas.
My God! Mass on
days of obligation?
Except when I had the mumps.
Do you honor your
father and mother?
Yes.
No, not like that!
White on one side,
yellow on the other.
What's it matter?
- It's a question of aesthetics.
- Fine.
Now then, do you honor
your father and mother?
Yes, but they don't honor me.
They beat me.
You must annoy them.
Do you tell lies?
I have to.
Do you covet others' goods?
The small flowers go
in the small vases.
What did you say you covet?
My pal Bragger's got a
raincoat with metal buckles
like the detective's in the
William Powell-Myrna Loy films.
Do you commit impure acts?
Do you touch yourself?
Do you know St. Louis weeps
when you touch yourself?
Let him weep.
I'm not gonna tell you.
You'll only tell Dad.
Don't tell me you
don't touch yourself.
How can you not, when you see
the woman in the tobacco shop,
as stacked as she
is, and she says...
Export brand?
And the math teacher who
looks just like a lion?
Mother of God!
How can you not touch yourself
when she looks at you that way?
What do you think we come to
see on St. Anthony's day,
when they bless the animals?
The sheep's butts?
See how he's looking at me?
How can I tell him about Volpina
and the time I pumped up her tires?
I didn't know people
kissed like that. Did you?
With their tongues
going in and out?
I'll ask the questions here.
Go on.
Then there's Gradisca.
Last summer I saw her going
into the movie theater.
It's not - You see...
I'm crazy about Gradisca.
I want a wife just like her.
She was alone.
There, right before my eyes.
I changed seats.
I changed seats again...
and again.
And finally...
Looking for something?
I sat there like an asshole.
I could have jumped in the harbor.
Father Balosa can't
understand these things.
But since I had to say something,
I said I'd touched myself
once, just a little,
but that I regretted
it immediately.
He was happy with that.
I had to say three
Our Fathers, Hail
Marys and Glorias,
and that was it.
You're absolved. Three Our
Fathers, Hail Marys and Glorias.
Do you touch yourself?
Just look at those
rings under your eyes.
You obviously do.
Just once.
In the garage.
- Quit it!
- What?
Always touching me.
- Jean Harlow!
- Gradisca!
The tobacco lady's tits!
- The girl at the circus!
- Which one?
With the fishnet stockings.
Aldina!
No, Aldina's mine!
I'll smack your face!
Platoon, attention!
There he is!
Comrades!
Hail Il Duce!
We hail Il Duce with grateful
hearts and the Fascist salute!
The greeting of Imperial Rome
that shows us...
the path of destiny that
Fascist Italy must follow.
Let me touch him! I
want to touch him!
Long live Il Duce!
Ninety-nine per cent of the
population are party members.
We have 1,200 Young Fascist boys
and 3,000 Young Fascist girls.
Our Fascist hearts beat as one,
but the work on the maritime
front needs attention.
This marvelous
enthusiasm makes us
young and yet so old
at the same time.
Young, because Fascism has
rejuvenated our blood
with glowing ideals
from ancient times.
All I can say is Mussolini's
got two balls this big!
Today, April 21 st,
we celebrate the
birth of Rome, the Eternal City.
What does that mean? That we
must respect the monuments,
the ruins that Rome has left us,
which is what I've done all along,
despite being razzed at night.
Do we not see, on this
glorious, sun-filled day,
that the Italian sun, forever free,
is a divine sign that the
heavens are on our side?
Miranda.
- Who locked the gate?
- I did.
- Why?
- You know why.
Unlock it.
You've heard what's been going
on in the piazza all day.
Open up. I have
business to take care of.
Nothing doing.
You're staying at home.
What's all this stuff?
If I wanted to be a
widow, I'd kill you myself.
I'll strangle you
with your neckerchief!
Think I'm scared of those
black-shirted lice?
Give me the key.
Damn it all!
Why is it that whenever
there's a rally,
I have to stay home?
This is the last straw!
One, two, three, four...
These youth are sturdy as rock.
Yes, sturdy as rock.
One, two...
Hail Il Duce!
Young Fascist Ciccio Marconi,
do you wish to marry Young
Fascist Aldina Cordini?
And you, Young Fascist
Aldina Cordini,
do you wish to marry Young
Fascist Ciccio Marconi?
Bravo, Ciccio!
Comrades, they speak
of "bread and work,"
but wouldn't "bread
and wine" be better?
- Fernet.
- Coffee.
Just a soft drink.
Three cheers for our comrade!
- Difficult shot.
- Yes, Your Excellency.
- Difficult shot.
- Indeed, Your Excellency.
I wouldn't like to
go up against him.
- Who killed the lights?
- Attilio, light a candle.
Light a candle!
There's a phonograph up above.
What are you saying?
Silence!
- That's the "Internationale"!
- What's that?
The anthem of subversives.
Where's it coming from?
Where are you hiding,
you scoundrel?
Incredible!
Show yourself, coward!
We await your orders, sir!
Everyone is to go home!
And close your windows!
Get inside, you!
Go home!
What are you doing there? Go home!
Hey! He's up there!
Come home now!
Up in the bell tower!
To arms.
We are Fascists We
fight the Communists.
GOD - COUNTRY - FAMILY
You're free to go.
You can go home.
You see? We Fascists
aren't all that bad.
We didn't harm a single
hair on your head.
More like a cozy
little kaffeeklatsch.
Good night, sonny boy.
Bring him here.
Take off your hat.
Sorry, it's a habit. Even at home.
Why don't you give
the Roman salute?
I didn't know it was mandatory.
I know nothing about politics.
Sit down.
So you know nothing about politics.
Yet you've been heard to say,
"If Mussolini keeps on like
this, I really don't know."
What did you mean by
"I really don't know"?
I never said anything like that.
I generally only talk about
my work. Perhaps I said,
"I really don't know
how politics work."
Was it a threat?
Certainly not.
- Lack of faith in Fascism?
- No. Why?
- Or perhaps subversive propaganda?
- No, I'd have no reason.
And you know nothing about
the phonograph either?
Phonograph?
Don't get smart! Answer!
I was asleep. These
guys woke me up.
I didn't even have
time to put on my tie.
Your tie... or your
anarchist's neckerchief?
What neckerchief?
Would you like to drink a toast
to the triumph of Fascism?
Really, at this hour...
At this hour!
You fools! Trying our
patience like this!
You must drink to a Fascist
victory, my friend.
Don't make us crack your
skulls open to convince you
that Fascism is for your
protection and dignity!
To hell with you ignorant
bunch of animals!
- This is castor oil.
- Drink it.
No. Why should I? What did I do?
What are you doing? Let me go!
Be a good boy, now.
Open your mouth.
Don't make me angry.
Drink up. It'll do you good.
Just look at him, a man of his age.
He's a disgrace!
You vomiting on my shoes?
This is what saddens us.
This utter refusal to understand.
Why?
Why?
There must be something
wrong with your head.
Have some more. It'll clear
up those ideas of yours.
- You'll pay for this.
- Send us the bill.
Good heavens, 2:00 o'clock.
What happened?
You won't listen to me.
You'll see.
Stand up.
Dry yourself off.
Don't catch cold.
Dad!
Go to bed!
God, he stinks!
If the person who squealed
is who I think it was,
he'd better move to
another continent
or I'll eat his guts out!
I'll have his balls for dinner!
Traitorous son of a bitch!
The Grand Hotel.
I call her "the Old Lady."
I come here every year to
sip the nectar of love.
I offer tenderness and yearn
for tenderness in return.
I'm the only one in town who
visits the Grand Hotel.
They say Gradisca was here once,
and it was because of that
highly improbable adventure
that she came to be
called Gradisca.
Her real name is Ninola.
But one winter night
three years ago...
Don't let us down, Ninola.
The prince is a handsome man.
If he looks satisfied, mention
the work on the harbor.
One word from him is
all it would take.
Be polite. Speak proper Italian.
He's a real prince, not
just any old asshole.
Besides, it's a great
opportunity for you too.
The harbor.
Mr. Prince, sir...
gradisca! (Whatever you desire)
And that's how Ninola came
to be called Gradisca.
Mind you, I don't attribute
much truth to that story,
nor to the one that Biscein tells.
He's a born liar. He makes
up a new one every day.
A couple of years back,
an emir arrived with
his 30 concubines.
I saw him arrive.
The emir locked all
30 rooms up tight
every night. That much is true.
It's the rest of Biscein's
story that leaks like a sieve.
The silly man claims that
on that very night...
Beans, olives, toasted melon seeds!
I'm coming, girls!
Come on, Biscein.
Sweet Jesus, the pussy!
One, two, three, four...
He claims that, between the
beautiful girls and the ugly ones,
he polished off 28
of them that night.
Uncle!
Are you Polish? Only Polish women
have that fire in their eyes.
Uncle's a great dancer.
Commandant... ladies...
Then you must be Czech,
because only Czech women have
that fire in their eyes.
I know Italian:
Bellissimo, buona sera,
Michelangelo, fanculo,
o sole mio.
Good evening.
- Uncle!
- Get out of here!
Jesus, the asshole waiter!
You see sea?
You take walk with me. Come.
Leopardi wrote poetry.
Do you know Leopardi?
No, this is my first time here.
Dante Alighieri here.
Leopardi here,
or even here.
Oh, good!
How did it go?
How do you think?
I always find German
women to be pushovers.
She's really fallen for me.
And to prove it, she even
offered me posterior intimacy.
Uncle!
Uncle Teo was Dad's brother.
We took him out for a ride
once a month in the summer.
He's coming.
Here he comes.
Hello, Uncle.
How are things, Teo?
He's happy, Mamma.
- He's looking well.
- Yes, he is.
Watch your step.
- Here he is.
- Hello, Uncle.
- How are you?
- And how are you?
I'm fine. I go to school.
We're taking you to the
farm for some passatelli.
What do you think of that?
Look, Dad's here too.
My boy! Give Dad a kiss.
- He's doing well.
- He's doing okay.
He's grown, hasn't he?
He's in the fifth grade.
And that one got dead
drunk the other night.
- Teo, how are things?
- I'm much better.
Mamma, the pastries.
Uncle, Mamma brought
you some pastries.
We'll be back before evening.
Here, have a smoke on me.
Sit here next to Dad.
Is Father Pazzaglia still alive?
He's been dead ten years now.
He's been gone quite some time.
- He was alive last year.
- That was Father Amedeo.
Is he dead too?
No, he's alive.
Exactly. That's what I was saying.
I saw him last year, walking
along with a bunch of flowers.
I wonder where he was going.
Teo was a bright lad
when he was eight.
No offense, Aurelio,
but Teo was much smarter
than you in school.
I grant you that.
That's quite true.
He still is, even now.
You like being with us, Teo?
Uncle, the sea's over
there, like a blue streak.
Dad, can I drive?
Come on, I'm just sitting here!
Let me drive!
That'd be the first time a
mule ever drove a horse!
That road is shorter.
That's an awful road,
full of potholes
big enough to swallow
up our carriage.
- Is something wrong?
- His pocket.
Why do you carry those
in your pocket?
These stones?
- Aren't they heavy?
- Stones are beautiful.
Stop the carriage.
- What is it?
- Teo needs to take a leak.
If he has to...
Watch your step getting down.
- You too?
- What of it?
Don't be long, Grandpa. I'm hungry.
My father's father used to say,
"To be fit as a fiddle,
you have to piddle.
To be fit as a frog,
pee like a dog."
What a beautiful green, Teo!
- Nice mare. How old is she?
- Three years and two months.
She's got just one bad habit:
She can't stand train whistles.
When I'm waiting my
turn at the station,
it's really a job to hold her!
What'll you give her to eat today?
Some cappelletti.
You forgot to unbutton your fly.
Uncle pissed in his pants!
And they said he was okay!
You didn't undo your fly.
He forgot.
It's true. The sea looks
like a blue streak.
Uncle, you pissed in your pants!
Shut up!
He didn't open the shop!
No matter. You can
change at the farm.
Come here, or I'll throw
myself under the wheels!
Sit down, you little hoodlum!
Shall we move on?
Go, go!
Another fine meal.
You all go and see the spring.
My son Teo and I will stay here
and have another glass of wine.
Fine, but just one.
Know what I'm gonna do?
Take a nap.
Good. It'll be nice
here in the shade.
The egg's lovely, isn't it, Teo?
I'm like that too.
I can stare at an egg for hours,
wondering how nature can
make things so perfect.
'Cause it was God who made nature,
not an ignoramus like you!
Oh, lay off!
See you back here later.
Keep your eye on him, Dad.
Menghino, how far
away is this spring?
Uncle, look. I'm hypnotizing it.
Oliva!
There's a toad here that
looks like Father Balosa.
- How is it?
- Fantastic.
And it won't give you a hangover.
We'll set this here.
Get that away from there!
Naughty boy!
I know your name, you delinquent!
- Dad!
- What?
Uncle Teo's up a tree!
- What's he shouting?
- I didn't understand.
Uncle Teo's up a tree!
I want a woman!
I want a woman!
Where am I going to find
you a woman, my boy?
Your uncle's up there.
I want a woman!
He's up there!
Come down, Teo, or
you'll hurt yourself.
Go get a ladder!
Is this how you keep an eye on him?
How did he get up there?
I'll go up and get him.
I'm gonna pound you
into the ground!
I want a woman!
How did he get up there? If he
falls, he'll break his neck.
Go inside and stop being dramatic!
Dramatic?
How did this happen?
We were having a
drink, and suddenly...
He climbed up there like a cat.
Are you throwing stones
at your old dad?
Get down here!
That's enough now!
Aurelio, don't you
go crazy on me too!
Teo, you've upset your brother.
Come down now!
I want a woman!
Quite a normal urge, actually.
He's 42 years old.
Yeah, but he's gonna fall.
When I was 42...
I'm telling you.
That's enough now!
Come down, Teo!
Good shot, Uncle!
Right in the head!
My head!
I'm coming up now. Don't
throw anything at me.
We'll take some birds home...
- You want to kill us all?
- I'm going up there.
Yes, sirree!
Throw one at me and
you'll hear about it!
What a shot!
Bastard! I hope somebody
kicks you in the nuts!
Christ, what'll I do now? Jerk off?
I'm an asshole, a stupid asshole!
We're all going home.
Driver, hitch up the horse.
We're going home.
Come on, everyone.
We're going home.
You just gonna leave him up there?
Yes! Hitch up the horse.
- Whatever you say.
- Dad! Titta!
Get your mother.
Where's your mother?
- You're leaving him there?
- He's fine.
- Let's go! I want to go home.
- But he's my son!
Aurelio, listen.
I want a woman!
Teo, we're going. Come down!
- But he's sick!
- We're just pretending. Come on!
Aurelio, let me climb up.
I'll talk to him.
I'll get him down.
Everyone in the carriage!
We're leaving right now! Get in!
Teo, you gonna stay up there?
We're going now. It's late.
It's getting dark.
Who'll take you back?
You gonna stay up there?
All right, then. Bye!
Come down!
Teo, Holy Mother of God!
Are you gonna come down?
We're leaving!
Go!
- Teo, come down!
- Bye, Uncle!
He'll kill us all today.
Come on, everyone out!
No questions!
What are you crying about?
You drive to the hospital
and get the attendants.
Hurry, or I'll throw
myself down the well!
What are you crying about?
It's one big laugh riot!
Listen to the poor boy.
Feeling better?
I want a woman!
I can't stand any more!
- Make him shut up!
- Dad.
What do you want?
Shall I go and get Volpina?
Dad, look!
Mamma, they're here.
- Evening, Doctor.
- What's happened?
- He's up the tree.
- Nice place. Is all this yours?
It's just an old farm.
He's been up there for five hours.
You can't see him now
because of the foliage.
- What did you do to him?
- Nothing.
He's been shouting
and throwing stones.
I hope he won't be like
this his whole life.
A dwarf nun!
It'll be bad for him
and worse for us.
Don't worry. She'll
take care of it.
Been getting some fresh air?
Is she going up?
Come down now! I'm not going to
play these damn silly games!
Jesus, look at that! She
got him right down!
She got him down,
and he's all happy.
Here he is.
Up to your tricks again, were you?
What were you doing up there?
Counting how many stones fig
trees grow this season.
Go on now. Take him home.
Some days he's normal, some days
not. Just like the rest of us.
- Bye, Uncle.
- Titta, take care.
You can see Gigino's
place from up there.
I haven't seen him in so long.
Between 11:00 and midnight,
in Caghetta's boat.
It's 30 stories high,
with 16 smokestacks.
Think what a pirate could
do with a ship like that.
Where's Ronald Colman?
I don't see him.
Hurray for Gradisca!
Hello, sister.
Your steamboat. Climb aboard.
Where are all these people going?
Where are they going
with hearts pounding?
Today is a very important day for
our country, for the fatherland.
Come on, we're off!
If you drop me, you'll pay.
I'd like to tell you but I can't,
because it's all
still up in the air.
- Where are all these people going?
- Stop busting their balls.
How far out will it be?
Four miles. But thanks to Galileo,
it will seem like 400 feet to us.
Marvelous! It'll seem like
it's coming straight at us.
Mr. Lawyer, how much will it weigh?
About 2 1/2 times the
weight of the Grand Hotel.
Plus the Arch of Augustus.
Go thou, Queen of the Sea.
"Thou passeth, and thy destiny"
I shall follow in the waves,
"watching your glistening wake."
Move closer to your mother.
Ma'am, move nearer to your son.
Holy shit! That water's
really freezing!
My nuts have shriveled to the
size of two dried beans.
You swam all the
way from the shore?
Where else?
Freestyle.
I want to dance with you.
Like this all night.
The third day, I went out in my
little boat and whistled as usual.
Up jumps the dolphin near
the edge of the boat.
He looks at me and says, "Mamma."
What a load of bull!
No, dolphins are intelligent.
My dentist told me so.
Look how many there are.
Millions and millions
and millions of stars.
Jesus Christ!
I wonder how they all
stay in place up there.
I mean, it's pretty simple for us.
To build a house, we use so
many bricks, so much lime.
But up there, sweet Jesus! Where
do you put the foundations?
They're not made of
confetti, you know.
Miranda.
Are you asleep? Answer me.
Are you cold? Take my jacket.
I don't want it.
Put it around your shoulders or
you'll start complaining
of a chill.
Have we got much longer to wait?
How would I know? They
said around midnight.
But it's coming all
the way from America!
Go fuck yourselves, all of you!
Some friend, eh?
That's his way of being nice.
I was full of hope every time,
but it never came to anything.
And now...
- You know how old I am?
- Fifty-two?
I'm not ashamed to tell the truth.
In fact, I always add
on a few years. I'm 30.
- Hard to believe.
- I haven't given up hope.
I thought 27 or 28.
I want one of those encounters
that last a lifetime.
I want a family, children,
a husband to chat with in the
evening over coffee, maybe,
and to make love with now and then,
because when you must, you must.
But affection is even
more important than love,
and I'm so full of affection.
But who can I give it to?
Who will take it?
Why are you crying?
The silly girl's crying.
Because she's a delicate
and sensitive girl.
Don't cry. I'm here.
She's right. Men are all the same.
Don't cry, my darling.
There it is!
Dad!
The Rex!
Hurray for the Rex! The greatest
thing the regime ever built!
As the representative of the
Podest? I wish you a safe journey!
Long live Italy!
What's it like?
Gina!
Just look at this.
Can't see a darned thing.
I'll keep to the wall.
The last fog like this was in '22.
Careful now! Stop!
There's a man here!
Well, damn it all!
Gina!
Where am I?
I don't seem to be anywhere.
If death is like this,
I don't think much of it.
Everything's gone:
People, trees, birds, wine.
Well, up yours!
Dino!
I can't even find my house.
Where am I?
What do you mean? You're
right in front of it!
- Where are you going in this fog?
- To school. Bye, Grandpa.
Just think of that.
I was in Norway.
Two women.
Beautiful, huge
Norwegians!
Beans, olives, toasted melon seeds!
It's open. You can get in.
Last one in is a queer!
Naso, get an eyeful of this.
Look at that!
It's gorgeous!
Where are you, my love?
- It was No. 18.
- Campari!
Aldina, wanna know who it was?
We know. It was Campari.
I met him in the race at Monza.
- Lallo, where are you going?
- Be careful!
- What is it?
- An ear.
Look, an ear!
- May I come in?
- I'm closed.
May I come in, miss? Good evening.
- What do you want?
- A cigarette.
- May I help you?
- You couldn't manage.
What do you mean?
I can lift 175 pounds. I
can even lift my father.
Don't make me laugh.
- Why? What do you weigh?
- I don't know.
- I could lift you too.
- Oh, yeah?
Let's see.
I really can, you know.
Let's see.
Silly boy, put me down!
- I did it!
- You're very strong.
See?
- I can do it again.
- I don't believe you.
That's enough now.
Put me down.
- You drive me...
- I said that's enough.
What are you doing? You'll
drop me, you crazy boy!
You're crazy, you know that?
What's happening to me?
Oh, my head.
See how many times I did it?
Yes, my little darling.
Come here. You really are sweet.
Drive me crazy... just a little.
- What should I do?
- Suck.
Come on.
You can have this one too.
Don't blow! Suck!
Is this right?
You have to suck, you idiot!
- What are you doing?
- I can't breathe!
Stop it now.
Go on now. I have to close up.
What was it you wanted?
A cigarette?
It's on me. Now scram.
- I can't lift it.
- Out of the way.
- Go on. Get out.
- Good night.
Drink it. It'll do you good.
- It's hot!
- It's supposed to be.
There's a fly in here.
- Where?
- There.
It was there.
The only house with
flies in the winter.
How did it happen with you and Dad?
How did what happen?
How'd you meet, fall
in love, get married?
What's all this about?
And who remembers anyway?
Your dad's not a great
one for compliments.
He was a laborer at Saludecio.
My folks had a bit of money
and didn't think much of him.
So... well...
we eloped without a word to anyone.
When did he give you
the first kiss?
What kind of question is that?
I don't even know if there was one.
The first time we met, he raised
his hat, and that was all.
It was the most one
could do in those days.
It's not like now, when all
kinds of things go on.
But I never manage to do anything!
Keep those covers on.
You're all sweaty.
What do you mean "manage"?
You're still in short pants.
Get me some long ones then,
like the other kids!
What others?
She told me I wasn't to
send any more love letters.
Take the bike and get the doctor.
Tell him to hurry.
Get him to examine you too.
You scared me the other day.
Run along.
But I'll send letters
whenever I like.
Africa.
I'll become a doctor
and go to Africa.
That'll teach her.
It's snowing outside!
It's true! It's snowing!
Professor Fighetta, up yours!
If it goes on like this,
there'll be no school for days.
Look, the mountains are all white!
Let's go see the snow on the water.
Too moist. It'll never stick.
Go away. Get the hell out of here.
Stay where you are.
The sparrows!
- Wait, I'm coming with you.
- Hurry up.
Titta, look how it's coming down!
Let's open the window.
It's beautiful!
Me too!
Still snowing!
Four days this goddamn
stuff's been around!
This will go down as the
Year of the Big Snow.
With the exception of the Ice Age,
it's never snowed this
heavily in our town.
That must've been some young
boy, not the usual guy.
As I was saying, the
exceptional years were
1541, 1694,
1728 and 1888,
when, against all odds,
it snowed on July 13th.
You'll make us all deaf, idiot!
Where is she?
How's your mother?
Better now.
She's still in the hospital, but
she's off the critical list.
That's good - the poor woman.
Give her my regards.
Your mother's a kind lady.
She always gave me soup and wine.
A kind lady.
How are you feeling?
- I brought you carnations.
- Thank you. How are you?
Hello, Aurelio.
They're lovely.
I was just looking out the window.
Now I'll go back to bed.
But I'm feeling better today.
What lovely colors.
Aren't you hot with this on?
- Have you eaten?
- Yes.
Are you still getting on
your father's nerves?
He pounds me over the head!
He'll beat all the sense out of me!
They have a nice garden here.
I didn't know.
It looks as though it's
in bloom, with the snow.
Mamma, it's still snowing.
In one sense, you're
lucky to be here,
all warm in bed, with this weather.
The poor man's tired
when he gets home.
Don't talk back to him.
You're a grown-up now.
Don't throw ice! It hurts!
"Wind and rain, go home again. I
don't want to feel the pain."
Idiot! No!
A difficult shot, Your Excellency!
No! Not at Gradisca!
Enough! I give up!
Break my windows and I'll
crack your skulls open!
Who's that?
- What's that?
- I don't know.
Look, it's the count's peacock!
There it is.
It's coming down.
Shall we catch it, boys?
Holy shit!
I don't understand.
What's happened?
I'll tell you in the car, Uncle.
Why in the car? Where are we going?
Close by. To Aunt Zaira's farm.
A relative's come from America
and wants to say hello to you.
Then why doesn't he come here?
Who is this relative?
Auntie died.
Be strong.
Don't take it like that. Open up.
- Open up.
- No, I won't!
- Lallo!
- He fainted!
Uncle's not feeling good.
Then take him to the whorehouse.
Make the sign of the cross, Dad.
- How do you feel now?
- Better.
Don't take it so hard. Be strong.
Everybody in line now.
Where are the orphans?
Stop that!
Hurray for the bride and groom!
Give me your arm, Naso.
Make way, make way! My
breasts are full of milk!
"'Bride and groom' or 'newlyweds',
whatever they may call ya,
here's hoping you find wedded
bliss in far-off Battipaglia."
When you're drunk,
you can even rhyme!
Gradisca's getting
married and going away.
Sorry if we got on your nerves.
We hate to see you go.
We're really going to miss you!
"Silence is golden, but
words are like jewels.
May this married couple
live happy as fools!"
Where's the bride?
Our Gradisca is leaving us.
She found her Gary Cooper.
Though Gary Cooper's a cowboy,
while Matteo is a carabiniere.
But love is love all the same.
Good luck, Gradisca.
Long live the bride and groom!
You have fulfilled
your dream of love.
Now it's your happy duty
to have many children
for your family, for the
church and for your country!
"Gathered here at the
drinking trough,
here's one more toast
to send them off!"
A picture!
We're gonna take pictures now.
Give me your mirror.
Everybody get behind the bride.
She's lovely, our Ninola!
- Why are you crying?
- I'm not crying anymore.
Get closer together.
The carabiniere should
move back a little.
Stand in the light.
- Hold it.
- Hey, it's raining.
Smile.
One more.
Gangway!
Stop falling all over
us, you drunkard!
Let's move into the sun, with
the bride in the center.
I've made up another rhyme,
and it goes like this:
"Though the world may be full
of things beautiful and dear,
of towns even nicer and
prettier than here -".
A little water'll do you good.
You'll have a bath for once.
Get up.
It stopped. Sit down and play!
A wet bride is a lucky bride.
Long live Italy!
How will you live so far from here?
Good-bye to you all. Go home.
Biscein bids you good-bye.
Naso, I'm going home!
Wait for me! I'm coming with you!
Wait! My bouquet!
Good-bye! I love you all!
Gradisca's taking off!
She's leaving.
Good-bye, Gradisca!
The puffballs!
Titta!
Where's Titta?
Shall we go fishing in the harbor?
Titta left a while ago.