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This document is the shooting script for the film Cinema Paradiso written by Giuseppe Tornatore. It introduces 9-year-old Salvatore in post-World War 2 Giancaldo, Sicily where he serves as an altar boy. The priest who runs the local cinema, Cinema Paradiso, reprimands Salvatore for falling asleep during mass. Salvatore then sneaks into a morning screening of an American film, mesmerized by what he sees on screen. The projectionist Alfredo, who runs the cinema, watches over the young Salvatore.
This document is the shooting script for the film Cinema Paradiso written by Giuseppe Tornatore. It introduces 9-year-old Salvatore in post-World War 2 Giancaldo, Sicily where he serves as an altar boy. The priest who runs the local cinema, Cinema Paradiso, reprimands Salvatore for falling asleep during mass. Salvatore then sneaks into a morning screening of an American film, mesmerized by what he sees on screen. The projectionist Alfredo, who runs the cinema, watches over the young Salvatore.
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This document is the shooting script for the film Cinema Paradiso written by Giuseppe Tornatore. It introduces 9-year-old Salvatore in post-World War 2 Giancaldo, Sicily where he serves as an altar boy. The priest who runs the local cinema, Cinema Paradiso, reprimands Salvatore for falling asleep during mass. Salvatore then sneaks into a morning screening of an American film, mesmerized by what he sees on screen. The projectionist Alfredo, who runs the cinema, watches over the young Salvatore.
Copyright:
Attribution Non-Commercial (BY-NC)
Formati disponibili
Scarica in formato PDF, TXT o leggi online su Scribd
(Name of Project)
by
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(Based on, If Any)
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Phone NumberCINEMA PARADISO
by
Giuseppe Tornatore
FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY
Shooting Script
GIANCALDO. SALVATORE'S MOTHER'S HOUSE. EXT/INT. DAY
The October sun slashes through the gray clouds, cuts across
the shadow towards the sea, along the coast where the new
suburbs of the city of Giancaldo have been built up.
Bright light streams through the windows, glancing off the
white walls in an almost blinding reflection. MARIA, a woman
a little over sixty, is trying to find somebody on the phone.
MARIA
++-Salvatore, that's right
Salvatore. Di Vita Salvatore
...But, miss, what do you mean you
don't know him?!...I..eYes.e.
(She gives a nervous sigh.
She has dialed her way
through endless numbers
but still hasn't managed
to speak to Mr. Di Vita.
she finally heaves a sigh
of relief.)
-..That's right, good for you!
Oh!...yes...And I'm his mother. I'm
calling from Sicily. Been trying
all day...Ah, he's not there...But
would you be so kind as to give
Mes. 2 Pe ee VOB. ee
(She nods at another woman
around forty sitting
nearby: it is LIA, her
daughter, who jots down
the numbers her mother
dictates:)
++.Six, five, six, two, two, oh
six...Thanks ever so
much...Goodbye. Goodbye.
She hangs up, takes the number LIA has jotted down
determined to have still another try. LIA speaks to her as if
she were a baby, to be more convincing.
LIA
Look, Ma...It's useless calling
him. He'll be terribly busy, God
knows where he is. Besides he might
not even remember. Do as I say,
forget it...He hasn't been here for
thirty years. You know how he is.MARIA pauses to think it over. The decision she has to make
is important. Then, stubbornly.
MARIA
He'll remember! He'll remember!
(she puts on her glasses
and starts dialing the
number . )
++.I'm positive, I know him better
than you do. If he were to find out
we hadn't told him, he'd be angry.
I know.
(She takes off her
glasses.)
+s+Hello? Good morning. Could I
please speak to Mr. Salvatore Di
Vita. I'm his mother...
ROME. STREETS. EXT/INT. NIGET
It's late, but there is still traffic on the streets heading
downtown. Inside a high-powered car, a man around fifty is
driving. It is SALVATORE Dl VITA. Elegant, just growing gray,
a handsome face creased by deep wrinkles. His weary
expression hides the determined, sell-assured manner of the
successful self-made man. He must be a heavy smoker judging
by the way he draws the last puffs on his cigarette.
He stops at a red light. He stubs out the cigarette and rolls
down the window, as a little Fiat Uno pulls up alongside. A
rock tune plays full blast on the radio. SALVATORE turns
instinctively to have a look at the man at the wheel a BOY
with a brush cut standing straight in the latest fashion. He
studies the Boy's expression with almost exaggerated
attention, but devoid of curiosity, coldly. The GIRL sitting
beside him, lots of curly hair, overripe red lips, returns
SALVATORE'S look, provocatively. The BOY notices, turns to
SALVATORE in a surly voice:
Boy
Hey! What the fuck you looking at!?
Green light. The Fiat Uno shoots off, leaving a trail of
music in its wake.
ROME. SALVATORE $ APARTMENT. INT. NIGHT
The apartment is luxurious, tastefully furnished. There is no
one waiting for SALVATORE. Through the picture window on the
terrace, the city can be seen slumbering in the night.
SALVATORE gets undressed on his way to the bedroom. He moves
quietly, as if to make no noise. He doesn't even turn on the
light, finishes getting undressed in the pale blue glow
coming from the picture window. A rustling sound, a movement
on the bed, the voice of a woman waking up.