Chi è senza peccato....

This is an amazing story, apparently originated by Lamartine, "Genevieve", but here it is turned into a typical Matarazzo film full of pathos, suffering, atrocious ordeals and great human endurance under impossible and sometimes inhuman conditions, leading to injustice, incarceration, and no end to human tribulations. Francoise Rosay is impressingly magnificent as the grandmother who has to send her favourite grandson to Buenos Aires to conceal his roguery in making a poor young girl pregnant, who then leaves a son and dies. Her sister has to take care of the baby and is charged and sentenced for having tried to do away with it, and that's the drama. The most interesting scene is perhaps the wedding, when she (Yvonne Sanson) and her lover in Canada (Amedeo. Nazzari) separated by the Atlantic, nevertheless carry through their wedding, a regular Catholic wedding, and they actually never separate although they try to. It's a deeply fascinating and moving story finding new ways of developing its great emotional pathos all the time, and the end is the greatest surprise of all. Yvonne Sanspn was never more beautiful, Amedeo Nazzari was never more likeable in eloquently restricted delicacy, and Raffaello Matarazzo probably never made a more romantic film.