I should have guessed. The Netflix mini-series misses by a country mile. You could blame the casting – who could ever match Burt Lancaster (in the 1963 Luchino Visconti film) as the imperial Prince of Salina? That would be a fair point – it is television after all and that kind of gravitas coupled with regal authority is hard to find. But you should have been able to find someone to match Alain Delon in the second male role, Tancredi, but instead of any real finesse, this is played as soap opera. In fact you could say Downton Abbey Goes To Sicily might have made a better title.
The picturesque is no substitute for genuine understanding of cinematographic use of scenery. The Visconti version was a true epic but this, with double the running time, just stutters, the reimagining of the Lampedusa classic resulting in effect without notable cause.
Scenes are invented to establish character rather than that being shown through the actors. And while we might appreciate the Prince (Kim Rossi Stuart) putting his thieving farm manager in his place and in giving away a good chunk of his land to a corrupt Governor in order to save his wayward nephew Tancredi (Saul Nanni), these sequences look as if though they are dreamed up in soap opera fashion, turning on episodic impact rather than any inherent logic.
Sure, we learn more about the political background. Garibaldi wanted to unite Italy which until then had been a series of small kingdoms. Sicily was the last outpost of the old way and invasion was afoot, bolstered by rebellious islanders already causing ructions. In safeguarding Tancredi, the prince is nursing a viper in his bosom. Occasionally, the script makes a decent point, that in order to stay ahead of the game you need to embrace change.
But the rest is labored. Mostly directed by Tom Shankland with adaptation mostly by Richard Warlow. That Warlow is credited as “creator” rather than Giuseppe Tomasi de Lampedusa, author of the original novel, tells you all you need to know.
Avoid.
The Magnificent 60s 