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Old Movies

 

Old Movies

 

In pearly grays the stars of my parents’ day
Climb pixels of noir stairwells, in my haven.
Or, shades of my own time: luminous Mastroianni
The gay broadcaster fired by Fascisti, radiant
Loren the betrayed and worn-down mother of six.
It’s the day Hitler arrives by train to Rome.
The movie shows real newsreels. Evil characters
Never scared me—desirous Joan Fontaine
A sly killer in “Ivy,” Charles Laughton breeding
Human-animals in “The Island of Lost Souls,”
Monsters, velociraptors. It’s the joyful faces
In certain crowd scenes that can make me hide
Or hide my eyes at something deeper than art.
The right-wing hip-hop star makes me remember
My mother teaching us kids about the bad
Or good politics of actors. Adolphe Menjou
Was bad, Edward G. Robinson was good.
Did it ever matter? Did Maurice Chevalier
Collaborate with Nazis, or not? For her,
His haircut settled the question. In “A Special Day”
The gay announcer is about to kill himself
When he meets the donna-madre. They make love
While her whole family and their casa popolare
Neighbors are at the station with balloons and flags
To welcome Hitler embracing Mussolini.
And were the actors too beautiful for the story
To hurt enough? They even dance a tentative,
Halting rumba, awkward in a doomed refuge.

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