Rome, Open City

The story behind Rome, Open City is about as heroic as screenwriting gets, but it’s so much more than a historical curiosity. I saw the restored version of it at Film Forum this week, familiar with its lore: Rossellini used extras who sometimes simply re-enacted what they experienced during the war, while it was still going on, north of the Alps anyway. The story goes that Sergio Amidei and Fellini wrote the script in Fellini’s apartment, because he was the only one who had heat. (A writer named Alberto Consiglio also got a “story by” credit.)

It’s astonishing how selective memory is, and revisiting old classics often gives me fresh surprises. I’d already seen it on video when I brought a friend to see it in a theater ten or so years ago, and left embarrassed that I hadn’t warned her how jarring the torture scenes near the climax were. With my memory fixated on that, I’d forgotten how shockingly early in the story one of its main characters gets killed, while another is being arrested – and the brilliant reversal when he escapes. I’d also completely forgotten the subplot about the network of escorts who double as informants in exchange for opiates.

The best film ever? No arguments here.

The best film ever? No arguments here.

Maybe because Pope Francis was making headlines that very morning by marrying twenty previously cohabitating couples – seventy years later, but who’s counting? – what struck me most this time around were the characters chosen to articulate the theme. Sure, they had a purity about them, but they were a pregnant couple planning their own shotgun wedding the following day, and this was in 1944.

They were good-looking and salt of the earth all at once, but Fellini, Amidei and Rossellini weren’t content with a mere anti-fascist message from a Jack London-esque proletarian hero. They went big, and chose an unmarried couple to express the highest ideals of Christianity itself: endurance, rebirth, and redemption at the end of suffering. Knowing that Rossellini and Ingrid Bergman became notorious a few years later for their extramarital relationship, it’s remarkable that this was already the kind of character he found most expressive. In a future century, when World War II is just “some war” and the secular-religious deck gets shuffled and dealt all over again, Rome, Open City will be remembered as a great Christian work as much as a political one.



La Strada: The Pope’s Favorite Movie

An interview with Pope Francis published today is getting front page headlines because he is trying to shame the conservative wing of the church to make a tactical retreat on sexual issues: abortion, contraception, and gay and lesbian life. Call it a watershed moment, or call it too little way too late, but give the guy at least a little credit.

He also says his favorite movie is Fellini’s La Strada, and we can only guess why. Has he always been an Italophile? Does he identify with Giulietta Masina, and his Catholic faith is Anthony Quinn, who drags him to  the wilderness and abandons him? Or does he just identify with clowns throwing a sad circus?

I recently got my haircut by a 20-something barber who wouldn’t shut up about Naked Lunch. I told him the best Burroughs book was Junky, something I often feel about that generation of writers: their best work was their early, simple stuff, before they had crazy reputations to uphold, and a young counterculture to try to stay a step ahead of. I’d definitely add Fellini (and Bergman) to that list.

As for the pope, anyone whose favorite movie is La Strada, which was written by Fellini, Tullio Pinelli, and Ennio Flajano, can’t be all bad. It’s going to the top of my re-watch list immediately.