Le témoin du marié

It's 1899 and in Sasso, the small town in Italy, a marriage is going to take place. Naturally, the end of the century is in everyone's minds at what appears will be a festive occasion taking place during that historical New Year's eve. The only problem is the bride doesn't love the groom; everything indicates this is an arranged marriage by the impoverished family of the bride to a wealthy man.

Pupi Avati, a man who has worked steadily in his native Italy for a number of years is not a well known name among the American movie going public. Mr. Avati deserves much better, as he demonstrates with this tale of how things were done among the moneyed classes in Italy, where a simple wedding takes epic proportions.

Francesca, the beautiful bride doesn't want to get married to Edgardo, who is much older and appears to be a lecher and a profligate. The young woman is torn between duty and her own repugnance toward the man who would be her husband. At this point a mysterious guest appears on the scene. He is Angelo, an Italian who emigrated to America and, according to the popular belief, has made a fortune. Because of the fortune he made abroad, Angelo has been asked by Edgardo, who comes from an upper class background, to be his best man.

Angelo, we find out, has been a lucky man because he didn't built the fortune he now possesses. When his older brother died, he left Angelo everything, thus making him a rich man. Angelo keeps looking at Francesca during the wedding ceremony. It's clear both have developed a passion that is not meant to be. In fact, Angelo is blamed for everything that goes wrong with the wedding.

"The Best Man", the English title for this movie, offers a great performance by Diego Abatantuono, an actor that kept reminding us of Gian Carlo Giannini. In that both rely effectively on the expression of their eyes. In fact, one can see all the emotions going through Angelo just by looking at the actor that is giving him life on the screen to find out what is going on in his head and in his soul. Mr. Abatantuono plays his character with an economy of gestures. Pupi Avati knows what he is doing and nothing prepares us for the outcome of the film.

Ines Sastre, the gorgeous Spanish actress, is perfect as the young bride Francesca who hates the husband her impoverished family has imposed on her. Ms. Sastre is an equal match for her co-star in a subtle performance that could have been overblown by another, less experienced director. Dario Cantareli plays the older groom who wants Francesca.

This film didn't get any attention in this country since there is no market for these types of films. Pupi Avati's work should be seen more often because he hasn't received the recognition he deserves, at least in America.

This film has so much going for it--exquisite art direction, beautiful costumes, wonderful cinematography, and a loving and meticulous attention to detail in depicting a turn of the century (1900) wedding in a small Italian town--that I would rate it higher but for the somewhat implausible screenplay.

Without giving plot details away, suffice it to say that the film begins with an interesting premise as it explores the betrothal rituals of this particular time and place that reduced women to objects essentially bartered away to the highest bidder. The heroine of the story, played by the absolutely exquisite Ines Sastre, rebels on her arranged-marriage wedding day, and the plot continues from there.

Diego Abatantuono, no slouch himself in the looks department, plays a long absent stranger who, having made his fortune in America, returns to the town and ends up participating in the ceremony. Things get more complicated from there.

Both actors are outstanding in their roles, but in the end a willing suspension of disbelief is needed to accept the film's conclusion. However, the visuals are so stunning, the period detail is so layered, and the principal actors (as well as the those who play the townspeople, all given their moments) are so fascinating to watch that almost all is forgiven.

The setting is in a small Italian town on the last day of the 19th century. This is the wedding day for a beautiful 22 year old maid who dreams of love even on the day she is to wed by an arranged marriage for which she is repelled. There is an American who is to be the best man who grew up in this small town but has become wealthy in America. She falls in love with him on first sight. The acting couldn't be better and there is exquisite details to the wedding and New Year preparations. Sensitive and beautifully photographed, this shouldn't be missed by anyone who has a romantic bone in their body.

On new year's eve 1899 a young woman is betrothed to marry a man she doesn't want to. The best man arrives on the scene an she falls instantly in love.

The art direction and costumes are beautiful in this period drama, but many of the tongue-in-cheek references are a bit jarring. For no reason characters say things like, "I wonder if we'll go to the moon in the next century" and "the 1900s will know no war.

As far as portrayal of women. It starts out as a woman trying to take control of her life and ends up depicting her as an obsessive, submissive nut who is convinced she married the best man at her wedding rather than the groom.

Hopeful that the New Italian Cinema produced another little gem in its 90's renaissance, went to see this motion picture with high expectations. While the costumes and indoor settings were marvelous, the rest was disappointing.

Some of the dialogues made little sense, or were artificially forced on the actor's mouth. The acting didn't see spontaneous, and some of the characters just seemed to make little sense. Another big disappointment was the dubbing of dialogues that clearly didn't follow the actor's lips: listening to mono-tone reading of dialogue text, and watching the lips simply not sinchronized to the listened voice, just makes this movie a turn-off. This movie reminded me of some of the made-for-TV productions of RAI-TV that catered to a domestic forced-fed audience when RAI was the only TV station in the entire country twenty years ago, and the audience had no other choice but to watch the only show in town. In its defense, there were some interesting moments in the plot, like the slide show shown to the italian audience, of pictures of America. But at the end, this movie was like reading a book whose turn-paging incentive is to find out when things were finally happening, only to find out at the end that the climatic moment never happened. Very anti-climatic.