Samba (1965)

Calificación de los usuarios:

6.8/10   

Director:

Rafael Gil

Escritores:

Jesús María de Arozamena (screenplay)
Jesús María de Arozamena (story)

Fecha de Lanzamiento:

1 febrero 1965 (Spain)

Género:

Drama | Musical

Plot:

Singer Laura Monteiro (Montiel) is murdered by her old protector João Fernandes de Oliveira (Giachetti)...

Plot Keywords:

Samba | Beautiful Woman | Dead Ringer | Rio De Janeiro Brazil | Favela

Comentarios de los usuarios:

Delirious kitsch with Sarita Montiel heartily strutting her stuff in Rio de Janeiro

Reparto

Sara Montiel	...	Belén / Laura Monteiro
Marc Michel	...	Paulo
Fosco Giachetti	...	João Fernandes de Oliveira
Carlos Alberto	...	Assis
José Prada	...	Oliveira's lawyer (as Jose Prada)
Zeni Pereira	...	Trinidad
Eliezer Gomes	...	Negro gangster
Antonio Pitanga	...	Paulo's friend (as Antonio Sampaio)
Álvaro Aguiar	...	White gangster (as Alvaro Aguiar)
José Policena		(as Jose Policena)
Antonia Marzullo	...	Belén's grandmother
Grande Otelo	...	Freitas
Arlindo Rodrigues	...	Himself / Salgueiro art director

Duración:

106 min

País:

Spain | Brazil

Idioma:

Español

Color:

Color (Eastmancolor)

Sonido:

Mono

Clasificación:

Brazil:14

Locaciones de Filmación:

Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brazil

Compañía:

Condor Filmes

Banda de Sonido:

Nadie me ama

Delirious kitsch with Sarita Montiel heartily strutting her stuff in Rio de Janeiro

What happens when Sara Montiel, Spain's most popular international star of the 50s/60s, comes to Brazil to make a film playing a legitimate favela girl from Rio? And her character is called Belén (I dare you to find a SINGLE Brazilian woman named Belén)? And she's chosen to incarnate BLACK slave Xica da Silva in a Carnival parade (though of course Sarita just wears her two kilos of regular make-up that makes her skin look the usual tanned beige)? Or when she sings Brazilian sambas like they were boleros or rumbas? Or when the incredibly convoluted plot combines dead ringers (Sarita in a double-role, though I bet you can't tell who's who), sightseeing in Brazil, aging madmen, kidnapping, macumba and smuggling precious stones sewn in Carnival costumes (an idea ripped off by Brazilian writer Rubem Fonseca many years later)? Not to mention a love quartet (Sarita is disputed by THREE men)... Well, the result is the film "Samba", a one-of-a-kind experience, something we Brazilians mockingly call "Samba do Crioulo Doido" -- i.e. a delirious mix of wild improbabilities and factual errors defying ANY standard of verisimilitude... but such kitsch fun!

You haven't lived until you see Sarita appear on a stage amidst dozens of dancers in "typical Brazilian" costumes and a lot of stage smoke as Yemanjá (the Candomblé goddess of the seas) in a bare-legged costume complete with blue wig, glittering make-up and star-shaped magic wand, and start to sing Ary Barroso's classic patriotic standard "Brazil/ Aquarela do Brasil" -- that originally describes Brazil's natural beauties -- in a Spanish version that talks about being dumped by a cruel-hearted lover! You can't miss Sarita bravely climbing up her beloved favela hill in vaporous dress, high-heeled shoes, helmet-like hairdo and lemon-sized jewels, just to be accused -- falsely! -- of being a slut by an envious hag, who provokes Sarita so much they end up in a nasty hair-pulling fistfight, rolling on the ground with "accidental" skirt-raising! Or Sarita dancing the samba (struggling to, anyway) barefoot on top of the Sugar Loaf... or crooning a sort of samba-salsa accompanied by a choir of favela kids singing in totally dubbed high-pitched soprano voices in Spanish! Got the idea?

Though the film was made on fantastic locations (Copacabana, the Corcovado, Rio's Theatro Municipal, the favelas, Brasília, Bahia), to believe that Sarita could play a girl -- hm, let's say "youngish" woman -- from a Rio favela is REALLY stretching it (Claudia Cardinale fared somewhat better in "Una Rosa per Tutti" the following year, her physique and darker skin not too unlike a carioca woman). Well, one could argue -- rightfully -- that John Wayne once played a Mongol, Brando a Japanese and Katharine Hepburn a Chinese...

Kitsch, unbelievable, tacky, for sure, but one thing must be said for Montiel: she's never caught blasé or bored, she really goes for it, whether it's the fistfight, the songs or her prayer for Yemanjá. We get a feeling she's happy as long she can wear fancy costumes, lush wigs, expensive jewels and a ton of make-up. She seems eager to sing her songs and do her close- ups, and the producers wisely valued their 37 year-old star: the only other female roles of any importance in the film are the Hattie McDaniel-ish housemaid Trinidad (how about that for a Brazilian name?!) played by the rotund Zeni Pereira, and Sarita's GRANDmother (!), played by 70 year-old Antonia Marzullo (real-life grandmother of celebrated Brazilian actress Marília Pêra, of "Pixote" fame).

The best in "Samba" are the musical numbers, in the so-outlandish-it's-fun way: Sarita's undeniably expressive singing voice -- perfectly suited to melodramatic Latin torch songs, especially boleros -- found the least adequate possible material here: Brazilian sambas and sambas-canções require either swinging zest or vocal subtlety, neither of which is Montiel's forte. Yet, she does try: she even sings Dolores Duran's classic "A Noite do Meu Bem" in a dialect that vaguely resembles Portuguese:)

This vintage kitsch time-capsule will probably interest only Montiel's fans, but nostalgic/curious Brazilians may want to have a look at mid-60s Rio and then newly-built Brasília, as well as seeing a VERY young Antonio Pitanga (billed as Antonio Sampaio), cameos by Grande Otelo, Wilson Grey and great samba singer Ciro Monteiro as the President of Salgueiro Samba School (it's a shame he doesn't get to sing, but then ONLY Sarita sings in the film). Brazilianist film buffs will add a precious item to their collection on "How Hollywood and Europe got it all wrong about Brazil once again". My vote: 6 out of 10 -- this rating would be higher if the Brazilian DVD copy wasn't so bad: the colors are washed out and the sound sync is awful, but somehow it just adds to the kitsch, and I'll bet Sarita's fans will scream in delight, anyway.