My dear friends,
I wish not to trouble you,
but only tell you about this great film,
called Le Carrosse d’or in the French,
and La carrozza d’oro in the Italian,
because it is directed by the great Jean Renoir,
son of the Impressionist painter Pierre-Auguste Renoir,
and starring the quintessentially-gorgeous Anna Magnani,
God rest their souls.
It is as much an Italian film as a French film,
yet it is largely in English,
which means no subtitles for dumb Americans,
this great epic is incomparable,
except maybe to the equally-vast Lola Montès of Max Ophüls,
which would appear a mere three years later (1955).
Imagine trying to tell the world a story in a foreign language,
not being able to use your native tongue,
because the natives don’t understand,
yet you crave that spotlight because of the exhilaration,
that double-edged sword of life vs. art.
But I have taken enough of your time today,