This is certainly not one of Matarazzo's best films, but it is not entirely without some interesting credits. As a family drama of jealousy running amuck, you can actually find some distant relationship between the villain here, the cousin Giacomo, and the Iago who relentlessly tortured the poor Othello to more than just despair. Amadeo Nazzari is certainly no Othello, but he is equally blinded by his jealousy and is almost driven to the same extreme despair. It's a melodrama and rather conventional as such, until there is some great operatic drama in the end, when a mad woman enters the stage and brings some drastic changes to the plot, including of course a storm with earthquakes and other scenic effects, to augment the highstrung extremism of the drama. There shoud maybe be a schmalz warning to this film, but the schmalz melodrama goes over all tops in constantly making things worse for everyone, so the operatic drama takes over from the sordid domestic family business argument and turns it after all to a film, not one of Matarazzos' best, but it could have been worse.
