Word: neapolitan
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Shoot Loud, Louder ... I Don't Understand, a comedy murder that actually contains neither, casts Mastroianni as a bumbling Neapolitan sculptor who is never quite sure of what he has seen and what he has merely dreamed. When a killing apparently takes place next door, he hurls himself variously into 1) the chase, 2) the pneumatic embrace of Cover Girl Raquel Welch, whose acting ability ranges from busty to hippy, and 3) conversation with his dumb uncle (Eduardo De Filippo), who hasn't spoken to anyone in 50 years and communicates by blasting off homemade firecrackers...
...buying phonograph records in Europe. The selection is enormous; prices, while higher, are not prohibitive, and there is something to satisfy just about every taste. In the middle ground between classical music and rock 'n' roll, both of which abound in European record stores, are Portuguese fados, Neapolitan tenors, Scots pipers, Spanish flamencos, German beer songs, French chanteuses, Welsh miners, nightclub and music-hall performers, tin ny little village bands and Tyrolean yodelers. There are even some familiar U.S. singers (and songs) in unfamiliar languages...
...turns into a thief and hijacks the contents of a warehouse, but is interrogated and tortured by the police. At last the business collapses; dying old man and desperate young boy are turned out of their tumble-down tenement; Gennaro is stripped of everything-except his roaring Neapolitan zest for life...
...likely to appear outside the pages of Dickens. Like Dickens, Griffin leans rather too heavily on coincidence and the happy accident. He delights in detailing riots, violent death and upheavals of nature. But the trick effects chime neatly enough with the milieu. The result is thundering good Neapolitan drama...
DEAN MARTIN: I'M THE ONE WHO LOVES YOU (Reprise). Dean trades his Neapolitan approach to a song for a country-and-Western beat that fits in fine with his own easy style. Guitars twang and fiddles saw the hillbilly sound in King of the Road, My Shoes Keep Walking Back to You, Walk On By-all sung without a trace of tomato paste...