****/**** Image A- Sound A- Extras B
starring Vittorio Gassmann, Doris Dowling, Silvana Mangano, Raf Vallone
screenplay by Corrado Alvaro, Giuseppe De Santis, Carlo Lizzani,Carlo Musso, Ivo Perilli, Gianni Puccini
directed by Giuseppe De Santis
by Bryant Frazer Bitter Rice is a heck of a film. It's the story of a couple of refugees from an American film noir who stumble into a grindhouse showing an Italian social-issues drama. The beautiful losers are Walter and Francesca (Vittorio Gassman and Doris Dowling), a pair of small-time crooks on the run following the heist of a lifetime. The social conscience is personified by a class of peasant women who have for hundreds of years travelled from all over the country to work hard days in the rice fields of northern Italy, and also by, to some degree, ethical, committed soldier Marco (Raf Vallone), who lingers in the rice fields after his discharge because he has come to care about the fate of the women there. And the sex appeal is provided, in spades, by Silvana Mangano, a bombshell and a half. When producer Dino de Laurentiis and director Giuseppe De Santis cast the 18-year-old in the role, she had already appeared in a few films and had been the teenaged girlfriend of young Marcello Mastroianni. But her performance in Bitter Rice--a role that had her shaking her tits, swinging her hips, and hiking her skirt up to here--made her an overnight sensation.
Though it shares some characteristics with noir, Bitter Rice comes straight out of the original Italian post-WWII neorealist movement. It's much pulpier than textbook neorealism, but it also feels earthier and more grounded than your typical noir. It's definitely more fun than most neorealistic works, pitting its characters against each other as they jockey for power, shelter, and affection. A cadre of labouring mondine in short shorts or with their skirts hitched up above their thighs might not raise the body temperature of young cinephiles raised with access to Rihanna's Instagram feed, but in 1949 it must have been quite a diversion. At any rate, according to Gregory D. Black's book The Catholic Crusade Against the Movies, 1940–1975, the film's U.S. distributor didn't even bother running it by the Production Code office for approval before booking it in theatres on both coasts. The code's enforcer, "Mean" Joe Breen, was no doubt dismayed at reports that the picture's wanton display of female flesh was at once "flagrant and purposeful." If Bitter Rice annoyed the censors, it ran into similar trouble with left-wing critics who applauded the political aims of neorealist cinema and thus deplored the introduction of salaciousness and genre-film elements into such a film. "The workers cannot be educated with the bare legs of Silvana," complained the Marxist critic Guido Aristarco. He had a point: As complete as Bitter Rice's commercial success was, its more sensational elements heralded the decline of neorealism, as Italian audiences grew impatient with hard-luck stories and filmmakers began taking more cues from Hollywood cinema, which dominated the local box-office.
I'm not saying De Santis was deliberately moving away from neorealist principles. In fact, he takes pains to balance the movie's genre pleasures by underscoring the story's roots in reality. The opening scene features a narrator speaking directly to the audience to bring context to what we're about to see: a grandly-choreographed tableau of a station where hordes of female labourers are boarding trains bound for the Po Valley rice fields. As the camera pulls back, the fourth wall drops into place as the man assumes the persona of a broadcaster and declares, "This is Radio Turin," before continuing to describe the scene, which De Santis pans across to establish the grand scale of his production--scores of women walking, a train chugging towards the station, trucks passing by--before the camera alights on a pair of undercover cops scanning the crowd. Another impressive tracking shot, this one moving sideways alongside one of the train cars (we see the passengers inside, framed through their little windows), stops to introduce Silvana (the character shares Mangano's first name), dancing among a group of women in repose as, in the background of the scene, a line of workers carrying baskets moves purposefully, in counterpoint to her relative abandon.
It's all the stage-setting the picture needs. Walter dances briefly with Silvana before he is spotted by police. He flees the scene and Francesca boards a train out of town, stolen loot in hand, blending in easily with the migrant workers. Meanwhile, the attentive Silvana quickly deduces that Francesca and Walter were behind a newsmaking jewellery theft. Thus a romantic triangle is created, and the necklace Francesca clutches in a perfumed handkerchief becomes a talisman of sorts that changes hands, rising and falling in significance, over the course of the feature. So that's the pulpy, noirish storyline. It's carefully interwoven with a salt-of-the-earth tale of Italian labour, as a group of uncontracted workers (including Francesca) faces off against unionized labour for a share of the rice fields. Bitter Rice shows the adversarial relationship turning to solidarity as a community develops among workers all sharing the same kind of hard-luck stories regardless of their status. And there are metaphors aplenty. Walter's crass treatment of both Francesca and Silvana suggests the exploitation of the Italian poor by its formerly fascist government, and Silvana's enthusiasm for tabloids and the boogie-woogie symbolizes the encroaching, hegemonic influence of the U.S., which may have given Jean-Luc Godard some ideas.
What really distinguishes Bitter Rice is De Santis's commitment to formal dynamics in ways that marry the social drama to the crime drama. The first real indication that De Santis is flirting with something akin to magic realism comes when the farmhands distribute wide-brimmed hats to the women for protection from the sun; the ensuing scene plays out with a plethora of hats spinning endlessly through the air in the background of shots, eternally aloft, as a chorus of women sing in unison about their work in the rice fields. The image has an unreal, almost storybook quality that threatens to sentimentalize hard labour. A scene in the film's midsection where Walter dances with Silvana a second time, leading to a violent confrontation with Marco, is a master-level study in cinematic choreography, as the camera and the characters together make precisely-executed movements and the editorial rhythm builds to a fevered pace. As the mondine band together to protect themselves by going to work despite heavy rain--missed days in the fields will keep them working longer, putting their harvest contracts back home at risk--Silvana instead sneaks off with Walter, leading to the strongest and most harrowing sequence in Bitter Rice: Silvana teases Walter by poking at him with a long, slender branch; he grabs it away and starts whipping her with it in a scene that descends into a violent rape.
The film cuts immediately to measured, evocative shots of the women working in the downpour, with Otello Martelli's high-contrast cinematography lending their faces a stark, severe look. The blankets tented over their heads suggest religious drama; as one of their ranks falls ill, the others attend to her in way that, photographed from a crane looking down, resembles the petals of a flower closing gently around the ailing woman. There's a tremendous sense of beauty and fellowship here that nonetheless alienates the traumatized and needy Silvana, who shows up only when the group is already rallying around one of its own. The sequence culminates in a tracking shot showing Francesca carrying the sick mondina, a group of weeping women falling in line behind her, as Silvana runs clumsily alongside them in parallel, stumbling and falling into a ditch, her isolation and despair complete. The last we see of her in this scene, she is alone in the frame, staggering away from the camera while Walter watches, unperturbed, from the safety of a reverse-shot edit.
The sexual politics are a touch dubious but not out of the ordinary for films of this era. It's hard to shake the feeling that De Santis and his co-writer Carlo Lizzani are scolding Silvana for her regard for American culture as well as punishing her for licentiousness. Feminist readings centre on Francesca, who is intelligent enough to eventually see through Walter's manipulative, controlling routine--it's the implication that she is a piece of property that is his to give away that drives her finally to action at the climax. Yet if De Santis is more condescending to Silvana's character, he is also strongly empathetic with her. The camera evokes sympathy for her even during her humiliation, tracking along with her as she moves through the rice fields, going in close as she begins to comprehend the mess she's made during the film's slaughterhouse showdown. Mangano's performance isn't technically accomplished, but it is stirring nonetheless; you can read the moral epiphany on her face, and you can see that it absolutely wrecks her. And there's the key--beyond the sex, the guns, and the jewels, Bitter Rice is anchored by its fierce convictions about right and wrong, justice and injustice. Mangano's downfall isn't so much her sexuality as it is her selfishness and avarice. Walter's real criminality is the scheme he hatches to steal the stored rice that's meant for distribution to the mondine. And De Santis's accomplishment isn't the debasement of neorealism some regarded it as--it's a combination of humanism, technical skill, and straight-up showmanship serving a timeless story of class- and gender-based exploitation. As a political tract, Bitter Rice lacked purity. As cinema, its head-spinning mélange of social commentary, romantic melodrama, heist picture, and, yes, shimmying movie musical is crystalline.
THE BLU-RAY DISC
Criterion's new Blu-ray of Bitter Rice should go some way towards raising De Santis's profile in the U.S. (where neorealism is generally taught along the Rossellini-De Sica axis), even though extra features are scanty and the HD transfer is solid but unspectacular. Criterion's liner notes are unusually vague when it comes to the provenance of this master, averring only that a "new high-definition digital transfer" was created from the "original camera negative." Criterion's Lee Kline is credited as the transfer supervisor, though the grading was performed in Rome by the Digital Factory at Cinecittà Studios. The resulting 1.33:1, 1080p presentation is attractively silvery and low-contrast--maybe a mite too low-contrast, as there's a flatness to some shots that threatens to smooth out details completely, particularly in the highlights. Even with the restricted dynamic range, the picture has a pleasantly filmlike quality and it may underscore an aesthetic distance between the neorealist tradition and the more contrasty films noir out of Hollywood. There are some minor image imperfections (scratches, mainly), and a handful of shots, like one at the end where some of the women sprinkle rice on a body on the ground, exhibit notably less detail than the bulk of the film. The LPCM monaural audio is similarly OK. It's remastered from an optical track and was substantially cleaned up, although surface noise is still quite audible and there's an unavoidable brittleness to the sound, especially at higher volumes.
In a seven-minute interview originally recorded in 2002, De Santis's co-writer Carlo Lizzani remembers the making of Bitter Rice, tracing its genesis to the director's encounter with a large group of mondine departing for the rice fields at a train station in Turin on his way to Paris. Among other topics, Lizzani describes the film's reliance on co-writers like Carrado Alvado to maintain the scenario's working-class authenticity; the discovery and casting of journalist and former soccer player Vallone (who he calls "our Virgil"); and the decision to make Silvana Mangano's role more prominent than originally planned.
Beefier scholarship can be found in "Giuseppi De Santis", Lizzani's 53-minute documentary on the filmmaker from 2008. Like the previous featurette, the image quality is strictly standard definition although it has been upscaled to 1080i, with some of the archival footage--including excerpts from interviews with De Santis himself--cropped on the top and bottom to 16x9. Generally, the program frames the director's career in the context of Italian neorealism. It discusses neorealism's political roots in the Italian resistance, the rarity of three-dimensional female characters in Italian cinema of the period, and De Santis's status as "the Hollywood soul of Italian cinema," as writer Steve Della Casa puts it in a talking head. De Santis's childhood in the central Italian city of Fondi is considered, as is the critical re-evaluation he underwent following a neorealist conference/retrospective at the 1974 Pesaro Film Festival and the politically-motivated ostracization from the film industry he faced in the last 20 years of his life. It turns out that De Santis wouldn't make anything he didn't believe in--and that's why he's seen here on screen, insisting that his unproduced projects should be considered alongside his finished work as crucial elements of his biography.