Movie
review: Household Saints
directed by Nancy Savoca. Screenplay by Nancy Savoca and Richard Guay
Nancy Savoca's latest is a daring film. Throughout, her well-written
script hovers on the brink of melodrama. But time and time again she
saves her plot from descending into sentimentality. Similarly, her many
stereotypical Italian characters totter on the precipice of caricature.
But always at the right moment, with a correct phrase or gesture, Savoca
snatches them from disaster and brings them back to life as credible
people with real-life motivations.
In
spite of the long running-time of the film, we are riveted to the screen
throughout. She has created a multi-generational film that spans years
of her central characters' lives; yet she brings a psychological depth
to the development of her characters that goes beyond the realism of
her photography.
Based upon Francine Prose's novel, Household Saints focuses on the lives
of three generations of women in an Italian American family in New York's
Little Italy.
The
plot is simple: boy, Joseph Santangelo, played exceptionally well by
Vincent D'Onofrio, meets girl, Catherine Falconetti (Tracey Ullman).
The young Joseph, who owns a butcher shop, is something of a rogue,
at least in the beginning of the story. He flatters all the old neighborhood
Italian ladies who come to buy his meat and sausage. Surreptitiously,
he weighs his thumb with their orders and gives them a kiss with their
overcharged package of meat when they leave. One day the plain and unattractive
Catherine, played convincingly and well by Ullman, comes in to buy dinner.
She
is more than a match for the Santangelo boy. She catches him weighing
his thumb and even manages to pay him less that he asks.
To
his mother's great chagrin, He falls in love with the plain, homely
Falconetti girl. Carmela (Judith Molina), of course, tells him that
he is too good for such a low class girl. But he can't explain it: he
wants to marry her.
This
is where the real story begins. For the remainder of the film Savoca
focuses upon the psychology of her three major female characters: Carmela,
Catherine, and Teresa, Catherine and Joseph's soon-to-be daughter. Savoca's
three Italian women are brought up in a patriarchal society that limits
their roles physically, intellectually, and emotionally. Catherine's
marriage to Joseph is all but an arranged marriage. Initially, before
Joseph wins her over, Catherine defies her father when he orders her
to marry the Santangelo boy.
But
this is not a feminist tract on female victimization. Rather it is an
understanding treatment of what makes these three Italian women who
they are, the struggles they wage, and the ultimate tragedy of their
lives in America. It is also about the limits that life in New York's
Little Italy placed upon the aspirations and dreams of all of its immigrants
and their offspring, men and women. There is a dignity and truth in
Savoca's portrayal of her characters that recalls John Turturro's Mac.
Upon
Catherine and Joseph's marriage, Joseph's domineering controlling mother,
Carmela goes into action. She resents Catherine's intrusion into her
and her son's life. It can only mean separation and neglect for her.
Carmela's perception of life is controlled by old wives's tales and
superstition. She prays daily to her collection of household saints.
When poor Catherine becomes pregnant, she frightens her with her wives'
tales. In spite of their prayers before the household saints, the baby
is still born. Carmela quite appropriately burns the effigy of one of
the saints over the gas burner for not answering her prayers for a healthy
child.
But
what is most important about these scenes is that Catherine, against
her will, falls prey to superstitious Carmela. Catherine does not really
believe in her mother-in-law's hocus pocus. But though she is a modern
woman, she can't quite break loose emotionally from her heritage in
that Old World culture, which Carmela represents. She can defy her father;
but she cannot free herself entirely from Carmela's control of her emotions
and her ambivalent feelings that the multifarious collection of household
effigies just might protect her from mal occhio. Interestingly, though,
there is a resilience in Catherine's personality. When Carmela suddenly
dies, the bond and control is broken. "Is this the miracle you've
been praying for?" Joseph asks her. She is liberated. But only
long enough to bring another girl, Teresa, the third generation, into
her very complex, emotional world.
Teresa,
played hauntingly well by Lili Taylor, is caught more than her mother
between two worlds: that of her grandmother's Old World superstition
and her modern 1960s hedonism. For reasons Teresa cannot explain to
herself, she cannot adapt to the free sex and materialism of her 1960s
generation. She is educated by the nuns, and decides to become a Carmelite.
In a subplot, her high idealism is parallel to her opera loving uncle's
yearning to become a bel canto. He is like his niece, Teresa. They are
caught between their spirituality and the delimiting circumstances of
their Old World culture.
It
does not end well for either, the men or the women in Household Saints.
But the subtle web that Savoca spins around the lives and minds of her
female characters links them over the generations in a common struggle
with their spirituality, their past, and, common identity. Teresa never
knew her grandmother, Carmela, but her religious yearnings are reminiscent
of Carmela's superstitious rituals and beliefs. Her tragedy is that
she is ultimately unable to escape the confines of the world that encloses
her, as both a contemporary woman and a woman with a long and complex
history.
Nancy
Savoca must be commended for attempting such an intelligent film, and
she must be applauded for its many successes. Her camera work, hard
edged, honest, and always intense, contributes as much to the film as
the script and the exceptional acting she draws from her characters.
With Household Saints Savoca (True Love and Dog Fight) has established
herself as a new and important voice in the American cinema.
Kenneth
Scambray