Year: 1988
Filming: Color
Length: 88 minutes
Genre: Christmas/Drama/Family
Maturity: G (Suitable for All Ages)
Cast: Ruben Gomez
(Angelo Villano), Donald O’Connor (Fr. Walsh), Ray Serra (Frank Villano), Morgana
King (Mama Theresa), Tommy Makem (Fr. Halloran), Paris Dimolean (Mr. Nicoli), Alison
Case (Kelly), Suzanne Gardner (Mary), Vincent J. Burns (Joseph), Nadien
Dickerson (Christ Child), Daniel Brewer (Adult Angelo’s Voice)
Director: Thomas Travers
Personal Rating: 4 Stars
***
There
are a slew of warm and fuzzy Christmas productions circulating, usually
produced by small studios and rarely marketable on a large scale. Most are as
similar to each other as they are sappy and cliché. However, there are a
special few which tap into the true “reason for the season” and achieve an
intimacy of feeling through the simple beauty of the setting and story-line.
One such film is A Time to Remember.
Ruben Gomez stars as Angelo
Villano, an Italian-American boy in the 1950's who dreams of being a singer
like his idol, Mario Lanza. He finds support in his tough yet loving
grandmother, Mama Theresa, and his local parish priest, the redoubtable and
very Irish Fr. Walsh. But Angelo’s widowed father, Frank, who labors as a
factory-worker every day to put bread on the table, thinks that singing is for
"sissies" and would much prefer to see his son participate in sports
like the other boys.
When Fr. Walsh
introduces Angelo to a famous opera singer, Mr. Nicoli, who is willing to give
Angelo voice lessons, Frank becomes increasingly set against the prospect of
his son becoming a singer. Angelo tries various methods to get his father to
change him mind about singing, including trying to have a heart-to-heart with him
in a bar and getting him to watch The
Great Caruso at the movies. Needless to say, neither of these plans pans
out very well, and Frank eventually forces Angelo to quit his singing lessons.
Feeling increasingly hopeless about the
situation, Angelo finds comfort in his best friend, Kelly, a local girl who
understands his sensitive soul and artistic dreams. But he has a harder time
getting along with the neighborhood boys, who bully Angelo for his interest in
singing and his Italian ancestry. Fleeing one such encounter at a malt shop, he
runs into the street and into the path of an oncoming car. Although he survives
the accident with only minor physical injuries, he loses his voice as a result
of trauma.
Mama Theresa blames the accident on Frank, saying that his
refusal to let the boy sing has elicited the punishment of God. Meanwhile, the
much-beloved Fr. Walsh has a fatal heart-attack and dies soon after giving
Angelo a holy card of the Nativity. Although Angelo feels more isolated than
ever and still unable to speak or sing, he volunteers to help the new parish
priest, Fr. Halloran set up for Christmas mass, and he is sent to the cellar to
get the nativity set for church. But the bullies return with a vengeance, and
pull a cruel prank by shutting off the cellar light and locking the door.
Unable to use his
voice, Angelo is unable to call for help, and everyone leaves the church under
the assumption that he has already gone home. However, as he lays sobbing in
the darkness, he experiences a miraculous vision of the Holy Family. When he is
finally rescued by his father and Fr. Halloran, he is found sleeping peacefully
with the Christ Child from the nativity scene in his arms. At Christmas mass,
he astounds everyone by singing “Ave Maria”, and even Frank acknowledges his
son’s special gift now that it has at last been restored.
A Time to Remember
has always been a holiday favorite for my family. It may have been made on a
tight budget, but it has endearing warmth and tenderness that should make it
better known than it is. Unfortunately, it tends to be hard to find, except for
being aired on EWTN ever and anon (long before my time, that’s how my parents
located it!) and sold online in limited quantities. I suppose I can understand
the situation, considering that most of the cast was practically unknown, and
it’s sad to say, but young Ruben Gomez really isn’t that striking of a singer…although
somehow the way the story plays out somehow makes it easier to overlook that!
Evidently, the two actors who actually got
this little production off the ground and saved it from complete obscurity were
the dynamic Donald O’Connor, who featured in Singing
in the Rain and Francis the Talking Donkey among other things, and Tommy Makem from the Irish band Tommy Makem and the Clancy Brothers. And yet, the lads do get song
debuts, just to make it worth their while! Also, there’s a fun personal
connection I have with the film: the voice of Angelo as an adult tenor, singing
Bach’s Ave Maria at the end of the movie, is actually a friend of a friend of
ours, named Daniel Brewer!
Mama Theresa is
portrayed wonderfully by Morgana King, with her pushy yet loving personality, her
no-nonsense approach to lecturing her son and encouraging her grandson, and even
her over the top (and very Italian!) predictions of doom: “God’s gonna punish
you for what you did!” Ray Serra as Frank also comes off as a true son of
Italy, with his cross between groundedness and deeper sentiments. He is
probably one of the most sympathetic characters in the film, because he truly
loves his boy but fails to realize his own unique gift until it is almost too
late.
Since I do have a fair share of Italian blood
in my veins, Italian-American sub-culture in general holds a cultural
connectivity for me, and this film brings it to light in the form of a charming
yet very human vignette. Also, faith and family are portrayed
as the bulwarks of suburban America, as various cultures integrate in
the great melting pot. There is a sense of community and common purpose, as
well as a realization that the world, under Heaven, is a magical place filled
with many ups and downs, but always girded up by hope.
Some people make
it a point to complain about nostalgia in movies, especially for the 1950’s,
but even though life wasn’t perfect back then, I do believe that most middle
class Americans shared an intimacy through honest work and simple pleasures
that has somehow been largely lost in our overly technical and “Me”-oriented
generation. As has wise men have realized, every age has its good and bad
attributes, and oftentimes we find that each new generation will indubitably right
some old wrongs and wrong some old rights. But for those looking back, all
memories become precious.
I find
it interesting how Angelo is shown being hit at the exact same time that Fr.
Walsh collapses from a heart-attack. The film flashes back and forth from
one scene to the next several times to draw the parallel and almost
indicate that Angelo's voice was intricately bound up in the encouragement of
the priest. When he is stricken down, the boy's voice leaves him. Angelo
had once asked Fr. Walsh: “Why do you love me?” When Fr. Walsh lies dying, and
gives the boy the Nativity holy card, he responds in kind with great
tenderness: “Why do you love me?”
I suppose this is
one of the great questions of the human experience. Love is both stunningly
complex and beautifully simplistic. It is bound up in a reality beyond cells
and molecules, and hinges on the divine. I believe Angelo experiences his
vision through the prayers of his late priestly mentor, and has his precious
voice restored. And is it not so very appropriate that Blessed Virgin should
appear to him, looking oh-so Italian? When heaven reaches out to earth, we will
see that which is dearest to our deepest selves, that fragment of God in all of
us that makes us unique. It is that uniqueness that Angelo shows through his
voice, and that his father finally acknowledges by putting his arm around his
son as he sings. It is also that uniqueness that makes A Time to Remember such a very special Christmas tradition.
Angelo Villano (Ruben Gomez) sings in the choir in preparation for Christmas |
Thank you, Pearl! I must look for this film next Christmas.
ReplyDeleteAnd although I haven't any Italian DNA, I love Mario Lanza.
- Mack in Texas
Your most welcome, Italian-at-heart Mack-o! ;-)
ReplyDeleteHey, you've been forcibly adopted into the spagetti-eating clan! :-D