Italian movie ad and my juxtaposed still for La terra trema, Luchino Visconti, 1948. The neorealist masterpiece was finally released in its integral uncut Sicilian-language version in 1965, opening at the New Yorker Theatre in Manhattan on October 12, 1965. It had never been shown in America.
I drove down to New York that day, first going to the World's Fair in Queens. There, among other things, I saw the Pietà of Michelangelo at the Vatican Pavillion. That was the only time, I believe, it ever left Italy. It was flooded with a tacky blue light and you went by it at some distance on a kind of conveyer belt.
In the evening I went to see La terra trema in a pristine glowing 35mm print at Dan Talbot's New Yorker Theatre on the upper west side. I wrote then: "I sat through the somber and beautiful three-hour film twice, and I must say that it is the most moving and powerful film I have ever seen in my life."
I was twenty-three at the time and cinematically precocious. I still am, but no longer anywhere near twenty-three. Wonder why that is.