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La tempesta (1958)
History taught on an emotional, even visceral, level
I first saw Tempest as an 8-year-old; I was also an altar boy in my Russian Orthodox parish in Pennsylvania. While others watched a story on a large screen, I found myself pulled into the action, and to be honest, I did not sleep well for the next two weeks. But this attests to the movie's impact in an ultimately affirmative way. One week later we visited the Gettysburg Battlefield, and my father's unspoken wish that I fall in love with history came true.
I cannot overstate the film's influence on my life - I taught history for three decades and earned my PhD in education while doing so. 28 years later I was asked to recount the key points of the story and I spent nearly thirty minutes doing so in incredible detail. I became a devoted fan of Van Heflin and Agnes Moorehead. I also began to probe in depth the complex history of my mother's homeland and began to admire Alexander Pushkin's genius. I spent years trying to obtain a copy of the film and finally did so only last week; I found a wealth of material for psychological studies simply in comparing my recollections with what the film actually presented.
I did not expect to find such fidelity to historical and even cultural accuracy, and I regret that many movie-goers at the time were probably not prepared for the insights that Pushkin, via Tempest, offered them. The climactic battle scene illustrates the division of the Cossacks, especially on the eve of the faraway American Revolutionary War, into factions: one of these supports the crown, even if it rests on the head of an Austrian-born czarina, another reacted to the evils of czarist autocracy, and yet another wished only to live undisturbed and draw upon its traditions to assuage the misery of struggling to survive in equally hostile natural and political environments.
Perhaps only the diminished quality of my copy impels me to rate the film 8 instead of 10; certainly a production which so influenced my life, and therefore quite possibly many others, deserves respect equal to the very simulated but overwhelming post battle impact it had upon me.
Bye Bye Birdie (1963)
Something for everyone equals GREAT!!!
I have read a review of Ann-Margret (Olsson) that was packed with astute observations and high in deserved praise. But I might also have read equally worthy paeans for the comic genius of Dick Van Dyke, the seasoned, veteran brilliance of Janet Leigh (Jamie Leigh-Curtis is terrific but I miss her mother terribly!) Bobby Rydell's restraint in applying his own sales-honored talent, Maureen Stapleton's convincing capacity to portray the mother of someone her own age, Paul Lynde's character-acting, so richly yet deftly applied that his own sexual preference became so caricatured it was never recognized as genuine
and I could go on from there. My precocious 12-year-old credits this treasure trove of talent for raising "Bye Bye Birdie" to a such a lofty level of appeal, and after wondering for 42 why I became a fan at age 13, I suppose my son has solved the "mystery!"