Last year, Woody Allen released one of his most successful films to date, Midnight in Paris, but the ex-funny man turned filmmaker admits he has no clue why people liked it…It was a cute film although it seemed he had already done it a least half a dozen times before, in some reincarnation of the same subject matter or another ”By sheer capriciousness, everyone seemed to love Midnight in Paris. I’m not saying it was a bad film, but I don’t know why they went crazy over it all over the world—I really don’t know why,” he said at New York’s Paris Theatre, where he was showing his follow-up, To Rome with Love, last night. “It was an accident it was so successful. I made it the same way I make all of my movies and no one came to see some of those, “ If Allen is now doing postcard films, I think that’s just swell.
It sure beats going on a cruise with a bunch of people you don’t even know wearing bad outfits. Maybe he can do Hello Bangkok next time or Goodnight Athens…
If you peg Roma with Love against the great films about the city of Rome that have been made in the past, by the likes of directors like Roberto Rossellini with Roma Citta Aperta, or Pasolini’s Accattone or Fellini’s Roma…you will probably feel that this is just another coke commercial gone a bit too long.
But hey It has Roberto Benigni in it so it cannot be all bad….I love Rome personally I grew up there.
I thought what better time than to pay homage to a city I love even though I didn’t do it like Allen and there was no premiere but just some pages and a pen and a few memories…
Here is to you Roma con Amore…
There must be a fortune
at the bottom of this fountain,
Omaha says to Nebraska.
While the nuns are studying Neptune’s
genitalia, a boy dressed in Valentino
is sucking on an ice cream cone
looking lonesome and long at the
Lady from Buenos Aires.
Toto’ is sitting on a chair searching
For a piece of evening sky
Past the statues and the
Broken down palaces.
He is wishing for a new pair of shoes
But all he gets is a little fire in the
Middle of October and one more
Day without rain.
Person to person call, I get a dial tone
And I am gone…
I left my useless confessions with a
Franciscan, I told him about you,
How you looked at me after wiping
Away the tears from your eyes,
How your breasts take me home,
Your face pallid and flawless,
Your legs, my kisses, your moans,
He asked if we were married
I told him no.
I said I couldn’t;
I had thrown you down the
Stairs two nights before,
I didn’t know how long you
I called out for room service:
Scrambled eggs and coffee;
Sat once again by the door
Waited for a knock, opened it
And let the porter in.
I told him to put the glass of water
On the night stand,
He said he was from a village
By the sea somewhere near
I showed him the bathroom door
it doesn’t lock, I said,
He told me, I didn’t need to lock it.
I suppose he was right.
I thought about getting home,
All those papers to recycle,
All the books I never read,
The bed were we laid.
All the bills I had to pay.
A silly toy you called Willie,
Your cunt, my face, milk and coffee.
I kept thinking back to all the things
I should of said and done,
All the promises made and never kept.
Like the raindrops that falling into this
Ancient River turn into ocean…
Everything must come to its end,
To begin again.
In the house of worship
Where the silent prayer of
The outcast is served
As blood sacrifice, I want to
See the lion eat the lamb.
I come to buy cheap underwear,
And expensive sunglasses.
I come to hear the singing of
the Sirens calling to Ulysses,
I want to be with the angels all
dressed in white hitching
A ride to the periphery,
I want to hear you scream high
Atop this sacred altar and
Be your guide trough this
Tainted after life.
From these hills, I spring like
Water, into you I spill…
I will never let go, this time, I will
Find you and take you back to the
Last time that there was truth in
We will drink to the Old man
selling candles in the rain…
to this Eternal City,
To her fountains and her Churches.
We will walk past the shops.
You will gently squeeze my hand
Your skin so soft, your eyes so blue
We will smell the roasting chestnuts
And feel new again.
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