
Salvatore dreams of an America that produces giant vegetables, and a California where he can swim in a river of milk. The immigrant family consists of a widower farmer, Salvatore (a formidable performance by Vincenzo Amato), his two sons and his elderly mother. Yet this visionary work adds to it by combining harsh realities with magic-realist fantasies. After countless films in which immigration plays a central role - one of the earliest was Charlie Chaplin's 1917 silent classic "The Immigrant" while one of the best, Jan Troell's "The Emigrants," has never migrated to DVD - you'd think the canon was essentially complete. (Agnès Godard did the dazzling cinematography.) The place is Sicily in the time of Europe's tidal emigration to the New World, and the stones in the mouths are traditions of an ancient culture that the men will leave behind. This is followed by a pullback that loses the men, then finds them again, as with a cosmic eye, on the rocky face of a mountainside.

The first shot of Emanuele Crialese's remarkable "Golden Door" presents a tantalizing mystery - two men climbing in barren terrain with stones in their mouths. 'Golden Door'Īurora Quattrocchi and Vincenzo Amato play a mother and son who come to America in Emanuele Crialese's 'Golden Door.' Or, perish the thought, you could see the movie. To learn more you could peruse the movie's Web site. The story is about other things, of course, but the plot's absurd complications defy, and discourage, description. And Keira Knightley's Elizabeth Swann and Orlando Bloom's Will Turner go through the tortures of the damned in their search for love - if the story is about nothing else it's about betrayal. Geoffrey Rush is back as Barbosa, and a good thing too, because his diamond-drill voice is one of the few that can cut through the movie's clamor. Chow Yun-Fat does a turgid turn as a Chinese pirate captain. Depp's characterization, is there in the leathery flesh, but very briefly, and to no effect we might just as well be watching a coarsely carved puppet.

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Jack Sparrow is less of a presence than before, though Johnny Depp remains the saving grace of the series, whether he's weaving woozily long after the deck beneath him has ceased to pitch, or flouncing around as if managing an invisible hoop skirt.
