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Sunday …

It’s 11.15pm on Sunday night and I haven’t written today’s blog.  It has been a busy day but that’s usual so why isn’t the blog written?

I had a lazy start to the day.  The sun was shining brightly and I had been to the library yesterday so had a new clutch of books.  I decided that it would be good to sit in the sun for a short time and read The Sinner by Terri Geritsen.  This is a writer new to me and I found her book absorbing.  So much so that it was suddenly 10.30 am and I wasn’t dressed and had to be in town to help at an Open Home at 11.45am.  So rush rush.

It was such a lovely early summer day – the temperature at one stage reached 21*F such a difference from the past few grey days that I felt like singing.  Luckily common sense prevailed because I think I would have scared anybody within hearing distance.  I do like to sing but only if I am alone with only my small dog to hear me.

We had a short walk and then it was home to make dinner for friends who were prepared to chance my cooking.  Have I told you that I am no cook and in fact had to learn all over again once my husband died?

Well dinner was a success – or at least everybody was polite about it.  Stir fried chicken, mushrooms and vegetables on rice with asparagus and a side salad.  I really couldn’t go wrong.

But then, after they had gone and the kitchen was restored to order I was sitting enjoying a last cup of coffee with the one remaining friend when I remembered my blog.

So just to keep faith with myself and my commitment, this is a very short blog today.  I shall do better tomorrow when I shall tell you about the last movie I saw at the Italian Film Festival.

A man is generally better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table than when his wife talks Greek.
Samuel Johnson, English author, poet and essayist.
1709- 1784.

An Intriguing Movie

The Italian Film Festival is on in Wellington at present and once again we are spoiled for choice.  So many good movies to choose from. We chose Sea Purple.

Sea purple picture

source Brochure Italian Film Festival 2011

Imagine.  It is Sicily in the 19th century.  Women were controlled by their menfolk.  Girls were given in marriage to ‘suitable’ partners and had no say in the choice at all. Wives were at the beck and call of their husbands. A totally male dominated world.

Imagine still more – a house made of turf at the top of a cliff and a scandal hidden from the villagers but an open secret.

The main female protagonist is Angela who refuses to conform and even when her tyrannical father promises her to one of the boys in the village she really rebels and tells him that she will not marry the man.  She wants to marry Sara her soul mate and lover.  Can you imagine the tyrants response to that.  He throws her into a dungeon and leaves her there in the belief that she will change her mind.

I don’t want to give away the whole story but will tell you that she is eventually rescued by her down-trodden mother who convinces the parish priest to change her daughter’s name and gender in the parish register.  The story is that a mistake was made at the time of registering the birth.

So Angela becomes Angelo and takes over from his father as manager of the mines.  Unlikely in today’s world but it could possibly happen in the backward villages in Sicily in the 19th century (but I am happy to be put right by anybody who reads this).

sea purple

source Brochure Italian Film Festival 2011

The two lovers are married and set up home in the house made of turf at the top of the cliff. Disaster overtakes them when they decide they want a child.  No IVF then so this child had to be conceived in the time-honoured way.  The mother of the child eventually dies leaving the other with the baby and leaving us with unanswered questions such as

  • Did the men of the village really accept that Angelo was a man – there is a scene of somebody attempting to rape Angela/Angelo presumably because he didn’t believe that a mistake had been made at the time of registering the birth.
  • Why did Angelo revert to Angela and turn up to the christening in a dress?
  • Did the village accept this reversion?
  • Who now would run the mines seeing as Angelo has become Angela?
  • Did the wife of the father of the child know of his part in this further scandal?

This is an intense and scandalous love story, with great scenes of raw beauty of the village in Sicily.  I was left feeling that some people have to make their lives in the most inhospitable parts of this world.  And people survive amidst this landscape.  They also survive under tyrannical rulers as shown here.

Another movie well worth seeing if it comes your way.