A Escrava Isaura (2004)
Actors:
Herval Rossano (director),
Rubens de Falco (actor),
Ewerton de Castro (actor),
Paulo Figueiredo (actor),
Aldine Muller (actress),
Ivan de Almeida (actor),
Jonas Mello (actor),
Odilon Wagner (actor),
Norma Blum (actress),
Luiz Carlos de Moraes (actor),
Miriam Mehler (actress),
Fábio Junqueira (actor),
Caio Junqueira (actor),
Maria Ribeiro (actress),
Emílio Di Biasi (director),
Plot: Second version of the Brazilian soap opera of larger success in the exterior. Isaura is born in 1835, in Commander Almeida's farm, in Campos' city, inside the State of Rio de Janeiro, in Brazil. She is daughter of beautiful Juliana, slave of the Commander, and of the administrator of the farm, Miguel. Everything gets complicated in her life, when it goes back to the farm Mr. Leôncio, son of the Commander, that grows a crazy passion for the beautiful slave.
Keywords: love, slave
Genres:
Drama,
Romance,
The Sicilian (1987)
Actors:
Gore Vidal (writer),
David Mansfield (composer),
Richard Venture (actor),
Terence Stamp (actor),
Franco Trevisi (actor),
John Turturro (actor),
Joss Ackland (actor),
Massimo Sarchielli (actor),
Aldo Ray (actor),
Geoffrey Copleston (actor),
Christopher Lambert (actor),
Guglielmo Inglese (actor),
Tony Sperandeo (actor),
Wayne Fitzgerald (miscellaneous crew),
Michael Wincott (actor),
Plot: Giuliano robs from the rich conservative landowners to give to the poor, serf-like peasants, who in turn hail him as their savior. As his popularity grows, so does his ego, and he eventually thinks he is above the power of his backer, Mafia Don Masino Croce. The Don, in turn, sets out to kill the upstart by convincing his cousin and closest advisor Pissciota to assassinate him
Keywords: 1940s, agrarian-reform, assassination, based-on-novel, betrayal, carabinieri, christ-allegory, class-differences, communist, communist-party
Genres:
Action,
Crime,
Drama,
Taglines: Only one man ever dared to stand alone.
Quotes:
Salvatore Giuliano: Have you ever had a bullet hit you?::Abbot Manfredi: I'm a Franciscan, not a Jesuit!
Prince Borsa: Why are you so eager for people to love you?::Salvatore Giuliano: Why are you so eager for them to hate you?::Prince Borsa: Hate me? They don't. They can't. I'm the prince. I'm like the south wind from Africa, I've always been here. You haven't.::Pisciotta: We don't get that ransom soon you won't be here much longer.::Prince Borsa: Then my son will be the prince, and the south wind goes on.::Pisciotta: I hate you people! What you've done to us.::Prince Borsa: You don't hate me. You hate not being me. But if you were born me, you would have never been you. So you can take my money, my life, but you can never be me.::Salvatore Giuliano: That's metaphysics, Aspanu.::Pisciotta: That's horseshit, Giuliano.::Prince Borsa: That's life, gentlemen.
Don Masino Croce: I'm not much of a reader. Mathematics - a mystery, or I can add, of course, and subtract...::Hector Adonis: ...and divide!::Don Masino Croce: You flatter me.
Salvatore Giuliano: [as he draws circles in the dust with a stick] What about the people?::Abbot Manfredi: The people? They are the dust you draw your circles in. THOSE are the people! Sicilians are hopeless. I mean exactly that! Nothing changes here... EVER!
Pisciotta: I hate political women. So does Giuliano.
Cpl. Silvestro Canio: Aren't you a bit young to be declaring war on Rome?::Salvatore Giuliano: At my age Alexander the Great had conquered half the world. They called him "Fire from Heaven."::Cpl. Silvestro Canio: Alexander? He wasn't a Sicilian like you an me. There's no fire in our heaven to fall.
Giovanna Ferra: Why don't you run for president of Sicily?::Salvatore Giuliano: I've killed too many people - maybe not enough.
Salvatore Giuliano: You're an American, aren't you?::Camilla, Duchess of Crotone: Yes, and like every other Sicilian you want to go to America and start a pizzaria in Jersey.
Hector Adonis: Dream of gold, my boy.
[last lines]::Don Masino Croce: [by Guiliano's grave] Why couldn't he... why wouldn't he come to me?::Hector Adonis: Why should he? He was his own father. He invented himself. You and I... now... [he sobs]... He's gone.::Don Masino Croce: What next?... What next?::Hector Adonis: There is nothing next. There never is... here!