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MOVIE REVIEW: The Sicilian Girl

A heavy dose of Italian in this mob movie

The Sicilian Girl: Rates a C-.
Courtesy photo

Last year I caught a re-release of the 1962 Italian film Mafioso at the Ken Cinema on Adams Avenue.

Recently, I caught the Italian film The Sicilian Girl, which is the true story (heavily fictionalized) of a 17-year-old girl that helped bring down the mafia in Palermo. In doing this, she had to talk about her dead brother and father, and all the crimes they were involved in.

The first half is interesting, as we watch the cute young daddies girl, running around the quaint town and playing with the boy she has a crush on. It’s always strange in movies when you see the kids playing as the parents conduct “business.”

I like the fact that her dad has this air of authority and strikes fear into people, but it’s all based on what he’s capable of. He’s not shooting at peoples feet telling them to dance like Joe Pesci in Goodfellas. Not that I didn’t like Pesci in that. Goodfellas is my favorite mob movie. I just think sometimes it’s interesting to have the heavy play it low-key, with a slight smile on his face. The audience is left wondering if he’s ever going to lose it and beat the guy to a pulp.

The second half of the film – the girl playing Rita isn’t as cute (she looks like a poor mans Minnie Driver) – and it’s the part of the movie that should be more interesting. She goes into the witness protection program, meets another love interest, does battle with pushy prosecutors. Yet it gets bogged down.

I loved the actor that played Rita’s dad, but the head mob boss looked too much like Marlon Brandon in The Godfather.

Some of the courtroom scenes were interesting, and I was never really bored. I just thought a lot of this has been covered in other courtroom and mob movies previously. That makes for a less satisfying picture than it could’ve been.

I’m giving it a C-.

It might have gotten a D, but I thought about the consequences of that; the possibility of waking up with my dogs head in my bed, and a note from an Italian filmmaker saying “Lighten up, Film boy!”