Carmine Famiglietti and Matthew Bonifacio Make Great Movies

Carmine Famiglietti

Movie reviews aren’t my thing. I tend to try to make art rather than review art, then Matthew and Carmine come along and make movies that count, that have real people in them, that say something for a change.

I just finished Amexicano In Wiki’s words The film explores the relationship between a blue-collar Italian-American man and an illegal Mexican immigrant as they both try to make a living in Queens, New York.

A little more than that please. The film makes human the political immigration discussion in America. It takes a hard realistic look into the lives of people rather than into the political bullshit of our opinions. This movie shows the effect of the journey to the United States by portraying an average Caucasian dude, out of work, joining the line of Mexicans waiting for work in the U.S. It is well told.
This story causes you to examine our feelings toward our neighbors by first turning them back into people in our minds.
Why don’t they stay there? Would you take the dollar an hour at G.E. or sneak across for your family for five? Ah but that is back to the political bs, or is it?

Carmen Famiglietti is a lead actor who does not fit the stereotype at all. His performances have brought the real into movies for the first time in a long time, if ever. His performances are the essence of the real world rather than the Hollywood world which Matthew Bonifacio has the courage to portray for a change. It is the American version of the best foreign film. Films from other countries are about real subjects rather than action. They leave you with a feeling of art. There is such a feeling, that they just said something important, that I should notice and be lifted  out of my conventions.

Matthew and Carmen have made two films Amexicano and Lbs. Both reach for something and improved my understanding. It needed improvement. Now that’s art!

Wake up Hollywood! I’m behind everyone else in movies, in most things, so this review is very late. So are the accolades it seems.

You can watch Amexicano and Lbs on Netflix now. If you agree then give the guys five stars for me.

Here is an interview:

But I love this one much better.

 

david michael jackson  June 10, 2012  editors@artvilla.com

Good night poem

 

let the light flicker again tonight

leave the lights on she sings

oh oh the music stops

the music always stops then begins

like the leaves always wave

making holy sounds with the winds

Discouragement Dave

sing another song of discouragement

foolish one

the night brings a kind of wisdom

unknown by the day

the flowers close at night

good night

 

david michael jackson  June 9, 2012

I Shall Poem by David Michael Jackson

Stalker

There is indeed a stalker in my dream
He waits among the broccoli sprouts
Waiting for me to pass as an ant today
Today I shall be the smallest ant in the field
I shall carry the pieces of leaves toward
Pyramids
I shall ride in your collar and wonder at your
Life
I shall wonder at the cashier, the driver, the toll
gate worker, so many strangers
You’d think I’d have seen them all by now
So many like me
Engineer with prints, artist with canvas, musician with violin of very
old wood,
So many to the slaughter, so many like me
Walt’s wagons is now the semi-trailer driver
The same staunch strength, he has not changed
So many like me
The press operator stamps parts with earplugs in place
His grandfather the blacksmith is in his hands, in his feet
They are the same among so many
This farmer’s son has wide feet for the plowed earth,
Sits in his cubicle without the need for wide feet
Writes poems he does, this ant in your collar
Shreds leaves
Builds pyramids

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Jazz Poem by Paula McKay

Elegy in blue
a horn is blowin’ slowly down the hall

an’ I remember how we’d hug an’ sway

you’d say that trumpeter can play

an’ close your eyes lettin’ the music fall

into you night an’ day jus’ the blues

I got another man know you’d understan’

I got the rent to pay but this ol’ room

ain’t like when you was here no heat

no moon shinin’ on your face you sleepin’

close breathin’ in my ear

but blowin’ from some place

there’s soul

(c) Paula McKay

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Dead Man’s Hand Poem by David Michael Jackson

Ultimate Game of Cards
by David Michael Jackson
The wind in the willows
whispers,
waits not for this poet whose
words are frozen,
and yet as restless
as the limbs which sway
carelessly like
youth which is
lost,
squandered in the ultimate
game of cards.
Aces and eights,
the dead man’s hand.
We are all holding aces and eights
and the wind in the willows
cannot help us.
I deal
a joker here
a queen there.
I am a lonely duece who
cannot sleep so I listen to the wind
in vain waiting for the
whisper.

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