Martin Scorsese interviews his mother and father about their life in New York City and the family history back in Sicily. These are two people who have lived together for a long time and know each other very well.
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Martin Scorsese interviews his mother and father about their life in New York City and the family history back in Sicily. These are two people who have lived together for a long time and know each other very well. They have retained individual identities and differing opinions, yet have found a way to live with each other, and both are fascinating story-tellers.
Written by alfiehitchie
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Italoamericà
(Spain, Catalan title)
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Italoamericano
(Mexico)
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Итало-американец
(Soviet Union, Russian title)
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Italoamericani
(Italy)
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This film is included in the "Martin Scorsese Shorts" set, released by the Criterion Collection, spine #1,030.
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Featured in
Martin Scorsese (1998).
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The Sauce: Singe an onion & a pinch of garlic in oil. Throw in a piece of veal, a piece of beef, some pork sausage & a lamb neck bone. Add a basil leaf. When the meat is brown, take it out, & put it on a plate. Put in a can of tomato paste & some water. Pass a can of packed whole tomatoes through a blender & pour it in. Let it boil. Add salt, pepper, & a pinch of sugar. Let it cook for awhile. Throw the meat back in. Cook for 1 hour. Now make the meatballs. Put a slice of bread without crust, 2 eggs, & a drop of milk, into a bowl of ground veal & beef. Add salt, pepper, some cheese & a few spoons of sauce. Mix it with your hands. Roll them up, throw them in. Let it cook for another hour.
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Catherine Scorsese:
I remember it, one time, he had a fig tree. He used to love fig trees. My mother couldn't stand them. In the wintertime you had to cover them, very, very well; otherwise, they froze. One winter, when he did climb up, he was gettin' old, he fell off the ladder and he got hurt. And my mother was so angry. She says to him, "I hope those fig trees die. I hope they never bloom again." And, then, of course, my mother became ill and the next winter she passed away and the trees never bloomed anymore. It was just like, she took - she took them with her. And that was that.
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