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Usually, you need either to flip channels madly to get all that simultaneously, or to watch Barbara Walters. I will attempt to provide a brief synopsis of the plot, with the caveat that I could not understand the plot. Bella Mafia opens with the imminent departure to America of Michael, the good son of the leisure-wear-wearing Luciano Mafia family. Sample family dialogue: "I don't want the feds here.
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We have a good, if uneasy, alliance, and no amount of bribes will keep them from breathing down our necks. Michael's parents are Mafia chief Don Roberto Luciano, played by Dennis Farina, who speaks English with an American accent even though he's supposed to be Sicilian; and his wife, played by Redgrave, who is blond and looks like Charlton Heston and speaks with a Viking accent, or something.
Michael is going to Harvard, which means that he will get killed before he leaves Sicily, which is what happens, though not before he impregnates his girlfriend Sophia, played by Kinski. One day, after the evil spawn of this illegitimate coupling grows up to kill the twin sons she raises with one of Michael's other brothers, she herself will knife him to death, and she will find out only as he's dying that he was in fact her son. Then she and her sisters-in-law--one of whom is Tilly, whose breasts, you should pardon the expression, hang out from here to Bensonhurst and who is the only member of this ensemble cast playing it for camp --kill all the other Mafia bosses and take everyone's money, proving that Mafia women are smarter than Mafia men.
Anyway, I think this is what happens. S peaking of Sergio Tacchini warm-up suits, let me say that the makers of this film have missed the opportunity to explore the depths of their subject, because I have found, in my limited travels in the Italian-American organized-crime subculture I was "going through my period of curiosity," to quote Marv Albert , that the women are infinitely more interesting than the men, and more resourceful. One of the encounters with a mob woman I remember best occurred in a strip bar on Staten Island, where I went to look for a certain known associate of the Genovese crime family as part of a long-forgotten magazine assignment.
It was a mob-controlled strip bar surprisingly , and it was the wrong one, alas, but I met the bar's manager, a blond woman who seemed to be related to a made man, whom we will call, for reasons of libel-proofing, "Inky the Squid Calamari.
One of the dancers swung her breasts so close to me I could tell that her left silicone implant was dangerously askew, nearly forcing me to report her to the FDA. And the manager removed a baseball bat from behind the bar and threatened various lowlifes who were harassing one of her girls.
She scared the hell out of them, and they fled. It was quite a demonstration of feminist power, and I asked her where she had learned that sort of courage. She responded, in effect, that the daddies of this particular ethnocriminal subset know it is their daughters who are the brave ones, but sexism keeps them from letting them in on the serious "business" opportunities. I immediately thought I had a screenplay there.
I did not make a go of that screenplay, and I hesitate to write much more in this vein, because as a fake Italian, I am growing ever more offended at the impunity with which popular culture abuses my people. Which brings us back to Bella Mafia , which, of course, is populated entirely by Don This and Don That, by knife-wielding Sicilian widows and grappa-swilling greaseballs, corrupt monks and sociopathic goombahs.
Interestingly, though, CBS has let slip through its public-relations firewall a clue that even the people involved in this miniseries hate this sort of Italian-bashing garbage.