The Amati Girls
A bulk of saints are mentioned throughout “The Amati Girls”, including Christopher, Lucy, Cecilia, Therese (the Little Flower) and the BVM herself, but St. Jude is who this movie should be praying to the patron saint of lost causes. Maybe he could perform a miracle and turn this into a cable offering, so no one has to buy a ticket to see it.
The movie is basically a tour of timeworn cliches about family life, performed with desperation by a talented cast. Mercedes Ruehl alone among them manages to salvage her dignity while all about her are losing theirs; she even avoids appearing in the shameless last shot where the ladies dance around the kitchen singing Doo-wah-diddy, diddy-dum, diddy-dum.
It’s about a large Italian-American family in Philadelphia too large considering that every character has a crisis, and the story races from one to another like the guy on TV who kept all the plates spinning on top of the poles. This family not only has a matriarch (Cloris Leachman) but her superfluous sister (Lee Grant) and their even more superfluous sister (Edith Field); four grown daughters; two husbands; two hopeful fiancees; at least three kids; and probably some dogs although we never see them because they are probably hiding under the table to avoid being stepped on.
The adult sisters are Grace (Ruehl), married to macho-man Paul Sorvino (“No Padrone male will ever step foot on a ballet stage except as a teamster”); Denise (Dinah Manoff), engaged to Lawrence (Mark Harmon) but dreaming of show biz (she sings “Kiss of Fire” to demonstrate her own need for St. Jude); Christine (Sean Young), whose husband Paul (Jamey Sheridan), is a workaholic; and poor Dolores (Lily Knight), who is retarded. Denise and Christine think Grace is ruining her life with guilt because when she was a little girl she ran away and her mother chased her and fell, which of course caused Dolores to be retarded.
Sample subplot. Dolores decides she wants a boyfriend. At the church bingo night, she sits opposite Armand (Doug Spinuzza), who, we are told “has a headful of steel” after the Gulf War. This has not resulted in Doug being a once normal person with brain damage, but, miraculously, in his being exactly like Dolores. In the movies, after they kiss, he shyly puts his hand on her breast, and she shyly puts her hand on his.
You know the obligatory scene where the reluctant parent turns up at the last moment for the child’s big moment onstage? No less than two fathers do it in this movie. Both Joe (Sorvino) and Paul have daughters in a ballet recital, and not only does Joe overcome his loathing for ballet and even attend rehearsals, but Paul overcomes his workaholism and arrives backstage in time to appear with his daughter.
The death of course occurs in the movie. It is at this point that a crisis of faith is born in Dolores. She breaks out from the funeral home, enters the church and bangs down several saints with a candlestick, but she didn’t get to touch the BVM. Many are the meals where everyone sits around long tables and talks at once.
There has to be an argument about who’s better: Frank Sinatra or Tony Bennett? And one irritating editing twitch: We see the outside of every location before we cut inside. Plus one priceless conversation, in which Aunt Spendora (Grant) explains to Dolly (Leachman) that her hair is tinted “copper bamboo bronze.” For Dolly, she suggests “toasted desert sunrise.” The Little Flower had it right; she cut off her hair and became a Carmelite.
Footnote: Just received word that “The Amati Girls” is scheduled for airing on the Fox Family Channel in March. St. Jude, thanks for favors granted!
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