DESCRIPTION:
ROSEMOUTH (Bocca di Rosa)

They call'd her Rosemouth,
She did put love, she did put love
They call'd her Rosemouth,
She did put love above all things.

No sooner had she arrived
To the station of Sant'Ilario
When ev'rybody realized at first sight
She was no missionary at all.

Someone makes love out of boredom,
Someone chooses it for one's job;
Neither of the two things for Rosemouth:
She made love out of passion.

But, as you know, passion often leads
To gratifying one's own lust
Without enquiring if he, who's lusted after
Is still free or a married man.

So, hearken! With her deed and actions
Did Rosemouth arouse day by day
Grapes of wrath of the little puppies
She kept on stealing their bones from.

But the wives of a small village
Aren't so cute, as you may suppose:
Up to that time their only reaction
Was hurling insults at Rosemouth.

You know that people give good advice
Feeling as Jesus Christ in the Temple,
You know that people give good advice
If they can't set a bad example.

So, and old woman still unmarried,
Without children, without any lust,
Took the trouble, and, I'm sure, the pleasure
To give all 'em a right piece of advice:

So, she addressed with witty words
All that bunch of deceived wives:
"This love stealth shall be punished",
She said, "By the Police Force".

And they all went to the Police Station
And shouted without weighing their words:
"That bitch already got more clients
Than a farmer's cooperative."

So four gendarmes came
With plumed hats, with plumed hats,
So four gendarmes came
Well armed, with their plumed hats.

You know policemen aren't renowned
For having tender heart, for sure;
But that time they took her to the train
Not so willingly, I assure.

All male villagers were there, including
The Police Chief and the sexton,
All male villagers were there
With weeping eyes, bearing placards

To say goodbye and bon voyage
To Rosemouth, who for short time
Without pretension, without pretension
Had brought love into that village.

Someone had written in black
On a yellow placard:
"Goodbye, goodbye, Rosemouth!
Spring is leaving us with you."

But a piece of news like that
Needs no newspaper, as you may suppose:
Just like an arrow flung by a good bowman
It spread so rapidly in the wind

So, at the next station there were
Much more people than when she had left:
One blows her a kiss, one throws flowers,
One books her for a couple of hours.

Even the Priest, not disregarding
Among burials and extreme unctions
The short-lived pleasure of beauty,
Wants her to follow the procession.

With Our Lady in the front row
And Rosemouth just behind
The priest is walking through the village
With both profane and sacred love!


LA DONNACCIA
Regia di Silvio Siano
Soggetto:
Silvio Siano - Pasquale Stiso Camillo Marino
con:
Dominique Boschero, Aldo Bufi Landi, Lucille Saint Simon,
Laura De Marchi, Giacomo Furia, Renato Mambor,
Piero Vida, Gianni Dei,
Nello Ascoli, Katina De Rosa, Ludovico Starace
e la partecipazione di
George Riviere e i cittadini di Cairano
Sceneggiatura: Silvio Siano, Sabatino Ciuffini
Scenografo: Pier Vittorio Marchi
Direttore della Fotografia: Domenico Paolercio
Montaggio: Piera Bruni
Organizzatore Generale: Francesco Saverio Mollo
Commento Musicale: Franco Langella


online film: http://www.mediaterre.it/lavori/donnaccia1.html