The poster is reproduced on the side of the film The courage and challenge ( The Singer Not the Song, Great Britain, 1960) by Roy Ward Baker with Dirk Bogarde (Anacleto - Valentino Italian version), John Mills (Father King) and Mylène Demongeot. The plot is this:
Father King was sent in a Mexican village terrorized by the presence of the bandit Valentino. Thanks to his courage the people find the strength to oust him. Valentino learned that a woman is in love with King, spreading slanders to make it invisible to the population. Reached by the police is wounded to death. King will also fall father who wanted to make sure the sacraments to rival.
This is an unusual western, little known and overlooked by the critics for years, in which not much action as the relationships between the characters: the priest (almost) upright, the bad (always dressed in black) with a glimmer of humanity and the girl in love with the priest. As for the bad, then, it is interesting the feeling of love-hate that evidence against the priest's hatred for the faith and the Church and admiration - and perhaps love, the gay aspect is left in ambiguity - for himself, his courage and his moral rectitude. It 'expresses this contradiction that the original title of the film: the singer not the song. In the sense that the evil hates the song but can not help but appreciate the singer. At the same time the priest gives the attraction at the moment and the girl is revealed in his human weakness, a bad singer, but is so convinced of the goodness of the song to sacrifice his life for his rival to recite the Act of pain. Bella dialectic, is not it?
E 'in this original game that I thought today reading a bit' post and comments on 150 years of Italian unity.
I state that I have never felt particularly patriotic (if not when I was collecting the figures on the time of the Risorgimento primary, more than half a century ago), that in the 60s I liked Franco Fog, singing the national anthem on the air of "A Taste of Salt" (and vice versa: try, it works), that in '68 I appreciated the slogan "The proletariat has no country / internationalism, revolution" and the only things that "national "I did not regard with suspicion that the cigarettes were without filter (those with grigiolino package with the "n" blue for Gauloises and Gitanes I had neither the physical nor the money).
premise that even I can not help but consider this country is infested with criminals, corrupt, corrupting people and values, extorted, extortioner, mafia mob, pennivendoli, ignorant, crafty and sharp operators tricking , ass-licker, hairspray, facial tissues, whores, end users, pimps, sold, cheaters, turncoats, sons-in-law-grandchildren of cousins, amoral familism, pimps, thieves, cutthroats, builders, building speculators, cement, polluters and adulteration of any kind, profiteers, speculators, opinionated, Northern League, assorted fascist, sexist, rapists, thugs women, hypocrites, cowards, fancazzisti, avvocaticchi, enslaved accountants, insurers cheating, reality TV viewers, forced diverter, worship leaders, charisma-employees, competitors, cocaine addicts, mammon, wearers of designer, religious, manipulators and manipulated, resigned, defeated, supporters of income earners, Satanists, and criccaroli piennisti (P2, P3, P4 ...) and saved by rescuers communism.
But then I see demonstrations of student demonstrations in defense of women their dignity, mobilization for the constitution, peaceful home on their own initiative to collect signatures in supermarkets, not resigned to invent slogans and prepare signs, unexpected that just offered him the opportunity to burst out in invectives fierce and dignified, very mild that people are charging for anger, people with clean faces where it can not anymore. Then I see people applauding Napolitano for what it is (and what) to Berlusconi and whistles for what it is (and what it represents).
Then I try to think that maybe changed the singers, the song can also not be so bad, that maybe you can even learn to be a bit 'proud. Otherwise, why so pissed off to hear so many false notes?
(Of course I'd like to sing more now "Companions of Italy," but if you do a little 'cleaning in the family, who knows ...)
So, yes, despite everything
VIVA ITALY !
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