Audrey Hepburn became a star with this film, in which she played
Princess Anne, weary of protocol and anxious to have some fun before she
is mummified by "affairs of state." On a diplomatic visit to Rome, Anne
escapes her royal retainers and scampers incognito through the Eternal
City. She happens to meet American journalist Joe Bradley (Gregory
Peck), who, recognizing a hot news story, pretends that he doesn't
recognize her and offers to give her a guided tour of Rome. Naturally,
Joe hopes to
get an exclusive
interview, while his photographer pal Irving (Eddie Albert) attempts to
sneak a photo. And just as naturally, Joe falls in love with her. Filmed
on location in Rome, Roman Holiday garnered an Academy Award for the
24-year-old Hepburn; another Oscar went to the screenplay, credited to
Ian McLellan Hunter and John Dighton but actually co-written by the
blacklisted Dalton Trumbo. The 1987 TV movie remake with Catherine
Oxenberg is best forgotten. ~ Hal Erickson, Rovi
Showing posts with label Italy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Italy. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Roman Holiday (1953)
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Maggie Smith
One of my very favourite actors. A couple of weekends ago I was in the mood to watch an old favorite of mine, in which she stars, so I got My house in Umbria. Still delightful. I've watched so often, I know much of the dialogue — even some in Italian.
Last weekend, Saturday, specifically, I needed a film to watch. Looked through TCM's list, and picked out a couple. Watched Travels with my aunt — after five minutes, zzzz! Awoke an hour later, and turned it off. Oh, well.
Last weekend, Saturday, specifically, I needed a film to watch. Looked through TCM's list, and picked out a couple. Watched Travels with my aunt — after five minutes, zzzz! Awoke an hour later, and turned it off. Oh, well.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Ernie Pyle's story of G.I. Joe
In the February 13 & 20, 2012 issue of The New Yorker, David Denby wrote a side Critic's Notebook column: Soldiering On, in which he praised this film. He called it "probably the grimmest and most poetic and the least tied to genre clichés." Grim and freee of clichés it is, indeed; poetic I am not sure sure about, but I can understand what he meant.
"Sombre, slightly maddened, fatalistic," it follows a unit to which Ernie Pyle attaches himself, as it fights in North Africa, then Italy. There is little staged heroism, or any other clichéd action. The film catches the cruelty of war in both its random and fatal violence, and its endless boredom. Burgess Meredith seems miscast as Ernie Pyle, and does his best to rescue his effort. Robert Mitchum plays a lieutenant who handles his assignment (which includes sending men to their deaths) with a soft touch. A sergeant in the unit receives a 45rpm recording of his son's voice, but can not find a way to play it. When he finally finds a victrola, it has no needle. His attempt to fashion a replacement is not only futile but maddening: each time he tries to listen to it, the record plays at the wrong speed and his frustration builds and builds.
Interesting film-making. John Wayne stinks.
"Sombre, slightly maddened, fatalistic," it follows a unit to which Ernie Pyle attaches himself, as it fights in North Africa, then Italy. There is little staged heroism, or any other clichéd action. The film catches the cruelty of war in both its random and fatal violence, and its endless boredom. Burgess Meredith seems miscast as Ernie Pyle, and does his best to rescue his effort. Robert Mitchum plays a lieutenant who handles his assignment (which includes sending men to their deaths) with a soft touch. A sergeant in the unit receives a 45rpm recording of his son's voice, but can not find a way to play it. When he finally finds a victrola, it has no needle. His attempt to fashion a replacement is not only futile but maddening: each time he tries to listen to it, the record plays at the wrong speed and his frustration builds and builds.
Interesting film-making. John Wayne stinks.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
I am David
On the other hand, I found this film easier to watch than Pajamas. And Ebert panned it. I agree with his assessment that He has awfully good luck: Along the way, he meets mostly nice people who do what they can to help him, and there's an enormous coincidence just when it's most needed. Benji encounters more hazards on his travels than this kid. Yet, I liked it. Joan Lowright has a small but significant role (and I was astounded at how similar some of her lines and gestures were to those in Mrs. Palfrey).
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Violin maker
Marchese, John. (2007). The violin maker: finding a centuries-old tradition in a Brooklyn workshop. New York: Harper Collins.
A trumpet player follows the crafting of a violin by Sam Zygmuntowicz,a renowned violin maker whose praises had been sung by Isaac Stern, among others. The violin is being made for Eugene Drucker, a violinist with the Emerson Quartet, a finicky and difficult-to-please client. Along the way Marchese traces the history of luthiers since the times of Amati, Stradivari, and Guarnieri, all from Cremona, considered to be the best violin makers of all time.
Easy to follow, even fun to read, it ids an interesting look into an old craft still practiced widely.
A trumpet player follows the crafting of a violin by Sam Zygmuntowicz,a renowned violin maker whose praises had been sung by Isaac Stern, among others. The violin is being made for Eugene Drucker, a violinist with the Emerson Quartet, a finicky and difficult-to-please client. Along the way Marchese traces the history of luthiers since the times of Amati, Stradivari, and Guarnieri, all from Cremona, considered to be the best violin makers of all time.
Easy to follow, even fun to read, it ids an interesting look into an old craft still practiced widely.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Soccer explains world
Foer, Franklin. (2004). How soccer explains the world: an unlikely theory of globalization. New York: HarperCollins.
Fascinating, enjoyable book.
“Thanks to the immigration of Africans and Asians, Jews have been replaced as the primary objects of European hate.” p.71
Fascinating, enjoyable book.
“Thanks to the immigration of Africans and Asians, Jews have been replaced as the primary objects of European hate.” p.71
Friday, June 25, 2010
Four seasons in Rome
Four seasons in Rome: on twins, insomnia, and the biggest funeral in the history of the world. (2007). Anthony Doerr. New York: Scribner.
How I wanted to like this book; o, how I wanted. I first came across it many moons ago, and took it out of Peninsula Library. Started to read it, I felt disturbed by the style used, but persevered.And persevered. But I could not like it. And, as Mrs. Delahunty might have said, one can not help not liking a book. And I don't like this one. So I'm stopping at page 96. I have others book to read, others I'm reading (Duke Ellington's America, by Harvey G. Cohen; Napoleon Bonaparte: a life, by Alan Schom (struggling to end it); Flotsametrics and the floating world, Curtis Ebbesmeyer; which lead me to The mysterious history of Columbus : an exploration of the man, the myth, the legacy, by John Noble Wilford), and want to read (In search of Nella Larsen : a biography of the color line, by George Hutchinson; and, perhaps, Why this world : a biography of Clarice Lispector, byBenjamin Moser.).
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Enchanted April
Two English wives search for an escape from the dreariness of unhappy marriages, and go to a castle on the Italian coast for the month of April. Based on a book by Elizabeth von Arnim.
Lottie Wilkins (played by Josie Lawrence - whom, at first, I did not recognize, byt soon realized I remembered from the English , and original, version of Whose line is it anyway?) sees a newspaper advert for an Italian castle being let for April, with servants, and decides she wants to go. In her ladies club she speaks with Rose Arbuthnot (played by Miranda Richardson), and convinces her that the month's respite would do them good. Soon Mrs. Arbuthnot is in charge of the details, and rents the castle from George Briggs (played by Michael Kitchen, of Foyle's War). To offset the cost of the month's rent, they advertise for women to share their month's idyll, and receive, to their utter surprise, only two answers. One is crusty Mrs. Fisher (played by Joan Plowright), a widow whose husband had been part of English intellectual circles in which personages such as Tennyson existed, and who retains a rather elevated sense of herself. The second respondent is Lady Caroline Dester (played by Polly Walker), a society beauty who longs to be away from all the attention of men clawing at her, all the parties she attends, and simply do nothing.
It was a kick to see Joan Plowright, the reason I searched out the film (being on a Plowright binge, having seen Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont and Tea with Mussolini recently). An added fun detail was the presence of an Arbuthnot, as there had been a charactert with the same name in Claremont. She plays the character marvelously, and some of her quirks and mannerisms, and vocal inflections, are there.
The Italian countryside is a marvelous added detail. The men in the film, Alfred Molina playing Mellersh Wilkins, Michael Kitchen as George Briggs, and Jim Broadbent as Frederick Arbuthnot, are quite hapless.
A gem.
Lottie Wilkins (played by Josie Lawrence - whom, at first, I did not recognize, byt soon realized I remembered from the English , and original, version of Whose line is it anyway?) sees a newspaper advert for an Italian castle being let for April, with servants, and decides she wants to go. In her ladies club she speaks with Rose Arbuthnot (played by Miranda Richardson), and convinces her that the month's respite would do them good. Soon Mrs. Arbuthnot is in charge of the details, and rents the castle from George Briggs (played by Michael Kitchen, of Foyle's War). To offset the cost of the month's rent, they advertise for women to share their month's idyll, and receive, to their utter surprise, only two answers. One is crusty Mrs. Fisher (played by Joan Plowright), a widow whose husband had been part of English intellectual circles in which personages such as Tennyson existed, and who retains a rather elevated sense of herself. The second respondent is Lady Caroline Dester (played by Polly Walker), a society beauty who longs to be away from all the attention of men clawing at her, all the parties she attends, and simply do nothing.
It was a kick to see Joan Plowright, the reason I searched out the film (being on a Plowright binge, having seen Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont and Tea with Mussolini recently). An added fun detail was the presence of an Arbuthnot, as there had been a charactert with the same name in Claremont. She plays the character marvelously, and some of her quirks and mannerisms, and vocal inflections, are there.
The Italian countryside is a marvelous added detail. The men in the film, Alfred Molina playing Mellersh Wilkins, Michael Kitchen as George Briggs, and Jim Broadbent as Frederick Arbuthnot, are quite hapless.
A gem.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Umbria

"I may be dead next month. The moon may have crashed into the earth. Who knows what dreadful things might have come to pass. But, at the moment, I'm happy. What else matters?"
"Carpe diem."
"You know, I'm never really sure what that means."
"Seize the day; embrace the present; enjoy life, while you've got the chance."
"Carpe diem. I'll remember that."
Try: http://thecia.com.au/reviews/m/my-house-in-umbria.shtml

Tuesday, March 31, 2009
The White War
The blurb on the inside of the jacket includes this tidbit: To maintain discipline in the face of desperation and low morale, the Italian chief of general staff restored the Roman practice of decimation, executing random members of units that retreated or rebelled.
Decimation literally means destroying or killing a large part of the population (literally every tenth person as chosen by lot).
Booklist Reviews
Hundreds of thousands of men are fed into a meat grinder in futile charges against entrenched positions; opposing armies are forging a weird sense of camaraderie as they fraternize during lulls in the slaughter; and rows of rotting corpses are scattered over a bleak, pockmarked landscape. But this isn t the familiar western front in France. Rather, these stark images are part of a stunning and emotionally wrenching account of war between Austria and Italy over the disputed terrain they both claimed. Although the struggle was recounted in the writings of Ernest Hemingway, the Italian front was regarded as a sideshow by many European journalists as well as Allied war planners. Whatever the strategic value of the campaign, Thompson illustrates that this was a massive, epic struggle that may have cost a million lives. He crafts a narrative rich in detail and which does not shrink from describing the horrors of a war that began, on the Italian side, in a spasm of wild nationalistic fervor but quickly degenerated into resigned cynicism. This is a masterful and moving chronicle. Copyright 2009 Booklist Reviews.
Kirkus Reviews
Penetrating study of one of the forgotten fronts of the Great War.Italy went to war with the neighboring Austro-Hungarian Empire in 1915 for complex reasons, writes British historian Thompson (Forging War: The Media in Serbia, Croatia, Bosnia, and Hercegovina, 2003, etc.), not least of them the irredentist view that ethnic Italians belonged to a greater Italy. The Allies abetted this view, promising to render Tyrol, Trieste and the Dalmatian coast to Italy, as well as portions of the Greek islands, Turkey and Africa. Italy's politicians pitched an inadequately prepared and provisioned army against a tactically superior enemy, which held most of the high ground. The "white war" of Thompson's title refers to the snowy peaks along the alpine front, but also to the sheer limestone walls that gleamed white in summer and had to be scaled—the Western front, Thompson memorably notes, tilted 45 degrees. In any season, the front was terrible, and thousands of men died—in sheer percentages, at a higher rate of casualty than in much better-known battles in France and Belgium. A few future historical giants turn up in Thompson's pages, including Benito Mussolini, Gabriele d'Annunzio and Erwin Rommel, but mostly his informants are the forgotten soldiers of the forgotten war, one of whom recalled, "We kill each other like this, coldly, because whatever does not touch the sphere of our own life does not exist." Many of the ethnic groups in which those soldiers figured would reappear in the history of Europe, among them Bosnian Muslims, Serbs and Slovenes, "whose alleged pacifism would be a stock joke in Tito's Yugoslavia" but who drew rivers of Italian blood. Ironically, Italy never got its promised empire, though Mussolini would spend much effort and countless lives seeking it.A much-needed addition to the literature of World War I, which is undergoing substantial revision nearly a century after it was fought.Agent: Jason Cooper/Faber and Faber Copyright Kirkus 2009 Kirkus/BPI Communications. All rights reserved.
Publishers Weekly Reviews
Independent scholar Thompson (Forging War) is familiar with a burgeoning Italian literature on the Great War’s military aspects. He utilizes that material to construct and convey, better than any English-language account, the essence of three years of desperate struggle for the Isonzo River sector in northeastern Italy. Thompson distinguishes elegantly among the 12 battles for this nearly impassable ground, although the book is best understood as an extended essay on the causes, nature and purpose of Italy’s involvement. Thompson presents Italy’s war as a test of the vitalist spirit (best expressed in futurism) to demonstrate that the country was more than a middle-class illusion. In consequence, Thompson shows, strategic, diplomatic and political vacuums were too often filled with leaders’ rhetoric and mythology. Too many generals, like Luigi Cadorna and Luigi Capello, were case studies in arrogant incompetence. In that environment, the less ordinary soldiers knew about causes and purposes, the better. When they failed in their mission, the draconian responses included summary execution. Prisoners of war were treated as cowards. The war, says Thompson, stands as Italy’s first “collective national experience” and illustrates the poisonous nature of European nationalism. Photos, maps. (Apr.)
Inside of the book is a black and white photo of Unique Forms of Continuity in Space by
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Friday, March 13, 2009
A Year of Living Dangerously

By Mike Rapport
(Basic Books, 461 pages, $29.95)
Reviewed by William Anthony Hay
Dramatic changes over the early 19th century and the long shadow of the French Revolution set the context for 1848.
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