Two Family House

A good story, very ethnic, in that new york/Staten island, working class kind of way, circa 1950s.

I started watching this on HBO and sat through to the end. This is a story told by a narrator looking back on the unexpected events that lead up to his life. The characters are all very strong and believable, and you find yourself identifying with them, even if you didn't want to at first. Not a fast action flick, but easy to follow on a slow Sunday afternoon, which is what it was when i saw it. If you like nice narratives, gradual plot development, and sweet, unanticipated turns, this is a film to see.

I like many things about this movie, not the least is a cast of nearly unknowns. Being from the western US, the community of Staten Island was completely unknown to me and a departure from the New York I've seen in depicted in most movies. I found the story, while not startlingly original, well told and the characters mostly believable. I reluctantly have to admit that some characters -- especially the fifties housewives -- are more stereotypical than I would have liked, comporting with most east coast Italian coming of age movies we all have seen.

I was delighted that the story stopped short of being maudlin while still telling a story with a moral about perseverance and risk taking. I think others will find the story to be believable and wonderful.

Buddy's repressed. A young Italian-American man living in Staten Island in 1956, he sees opportunity all around him. It's laying there waiting for him to pick it up and run with. Except for one major obstacle, his wife Estelle. She wants only for Buddy to find his narrow niche in the local community, with its dead-end job and familiar surroundings, and exist quietly in her idea of the American dream.

But it's not Buddy's vision. So Buddy perseveres, undercut at every turn by Estelle. He finally manages to buy a two-family house to turn into his dream; a bar on the first floor, his home on the second. The current occupants are a foul-mouthed white trash Irish immigrant family, the very young wife in a very pregnant way. When she gives birth to a child whose father is obviously black, the older husband abandons her. And from this point Buddy's life journey takes a remarkable turn.

Two Family House is a prototypical Indie film in all its positive aspects. It does very well with little budget, maximizing the contributions of cast and crew. The uplifting story is told without pandering or exploitation. The movie's not great, but it is effective, and most importantly, very enjoyable.

TWO FAMILY HOUSE (2000) *** Michael Rispoli, Kelly Macdonald, Katherine Narducci, Kevin Conway, Matt Servitto, Michele Santopietro, Louis Guss, Rosemary DeAngelis, Anthony Arkin, Saul Stein, Vincent Pastore, John Pizzarelli. Rookie filmmaker Raymond De Felitta based this semi-autobiographical nostalgic romantic drama set in Staten Island circa 1956 on his beloved and well-intentioned late uncle with Rispoli as a working stiff who dreams of opening his own bar to sing in with no help from his totally unsupportive wife Narducci sending him into the unlikely arms of the unwed Irish mother of a biracial baby (the very pretty Macdonald) who is a tenant in their recently bought household.

Rispoli gives a heart-felt performance that echoes Jackie Gleason as a beaten upon husband who just wants something better and the rest of the ensemble adds some color to what could have been a retread of 'Moonstruck', its distant third cousin in theory.

Wonderful period piece and a gem of a sleeper.

The most wonderful thing about nostalgia, is the pathos. I didn't watch this film with the belief that "This was the way things were"--rather, I enjoyed the story of Everyman: The wide eyed dreamer with little chance of success. A man whose comfort zone included failure-he was happy with: "I could have been..."

I like misty-eyed forays into Post War America- my childhood was directly shaped by this era. I realize that people were only so different, but the "way of life" was drastically different- Maybe thats what makes nostalgia so attractive: The loss of youth.

At one time small stories on film were common-nowadays we only get to see them on the indy film award circuit. Unfortunately that in itself has come to imply "Great Film"...How about "good film". Would people then watch it to enjoy, instead of honor?