For Mature Audiences Only
There aren't many serious films about aging, but there has never been any shortage of movies that sling sweet bullshit about being old. Living on Planet Hollywood as we do, the moral punch of a postwar "art film" classic like Vittorio De Sica's Umberto D. (1952) can be bruising, if only for the movie's unblinking consideration of how society discards the unwanted elderly. (With the extraordinary exception of David Lynch's The Straight Story, recent American movies tend to regard the aged as curmudgeonly clowns, from Cocoon to Space Cowboys.) Heavily lauded in the '50s and nearly forgotten now, De Sica's miniaturist tragedy carries a lot of dated textural baggage, from its cruelly overweening score to its neorealist half-gestures. But, as in the more pivotal Bicycle Thieves, De Sica's attention to social terror and disregard for narrative valves gives the film a queasy immediacy.
After all, as Pete Townshend would have it, you can't pretend that growing older never hurts. Newly restored, Umberto D. does hurt, though its position as a paradigm of Italian neo-realism is iffy. As with so many of that overrated national movement's staples, the film's proletariat grit is more a matter of Cesare Zavattini's screenplay than of De Sica's visuals. (Realism for De Sica never meant anything as gauche as an unpretty shot or an unstudied composition.) The movie opens with a surreal ker-pow: a mob of retired Italian bureaucrats massing in a street protest for a pension raise. Once they are all dispersed by a tolerant postwar militia, the titular retiree (played by fussy non-pro Carlo Battisti) emerges as the sorriest of his winded pals: penniless, alone, on the edge of eviction, befriended only by a tiny terrier who eats thanks to Umberto's soup-kitchen bait-and-switch.
Umberto's path is a slickly oiled descent, and De Sica often holds his camera's stare with Bressonian steadiness. Zavattini's script is overcome by the characters' "dailiness," as he has put it, gradually squashing our naive notion of deliverance. Patiently observed sequenceslike the boarding house's maid (a hypnotically desolate Maria-Pia Casilio) waking, watching a cat cross a filthy skylight, making coffee, stretching to shut a door with outstretched toeare weighted with menacing unhappiness, and Umberto's life becomes a series of increasingly plausible glimpses of homeless misery.
Directed by Vittorio De Sica
Written by De Sica and Cesare Zavattini
February 15 through 28
Written and directed by Fred Schepisi, from the novel by Graham Swift
Sony Pictures Classics
Opens February 15
At its heart, Umberto D. is a horror filma lost grope through an upside-down world. Eventually, the hero's very home becomes a bourgeois blast crater. It's too bad that the film is sporadically crude (a moment of suicidal angst is illustrated with a shove-zoom to the pavement), prone to mega-Italian extroversion, and far too in love with stupid pet tricks. Umberto's pooch (Napoleone) becomes the cattle prod with which De Sica jolts our tear ducts; the film's excruciating climax makes it the weepiest buddy-animal movie a young Roddy McDowell never made.
Part of Umberto D.'s precision is its protagonist's singular focus on paying his rent. The carload of codgers in Fred Schepisi's Last Orders merely bellyache, philosophize, crack unfunny jokes, and ruminate simplemindedly about Death. Essentially a freshening-up/deadening-down of Cassavetes's Husbands (but as exposition-plagued and life-lesson-learning as How to Make an American Quilt), Schepisi's lugubrious trial packs Bob Hoskins, Tom Courtenay, David Hemmings, and relative youngster Ray Winstone into an ash-spreading road trip after buddy Michael Caine buys the farm. Whatever hopes are ignited by the assembled cast (including Helen Mirren) acting their age are scotched early on as Schepisi calculates the sentimentality of Graham Swift's novel with slide rule. Badly wigged flashbackssome three seconds longare plunked in like dollops of gruel. Per usual, being old is all about being young again.
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