Showing posts with label Franco Zeffirelli. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Franco Zeffirelli. Show all posts

Saturday, October 4, 2025

Hunky Director

Like many boomers who went to high school in the hinterlands, I have Franco Zeffirelli to thank for introducing me to Shakespeare.   



He directed film adaptations of The Taming of the Shrew with Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton in an early example of Hollywood stunt casting (he had wanted Sophia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni) and Romeo and Juliet, starring a gorgeous, now forgotten, couple as young as the doomed lovers were supposed to be.  My mother took me to see the former, in English, which I enjoyed tremendously, because it reminded me a bit of my parents' occasionally tempestuous marriage, played for comedy by the world's most famous paparazzi magnet, notorious for their on-and-off brawling.


The lavish production design impressed me, too, although I wasn't yet sophisticated enough to call it that.  I'd only been watching the Oscars since 1965 (and haven't ever missed them since!).


I probably saw Romeo and Juliet, released a year later, on a field trip with my enriched English class.  Leonard Whiting, like Mark Frechette and especially Christopher Jones and Jim Morrison, starred in my nighttime adolescent fantasies along with a pair of local hoodlum brothers, one of whom would end up buried in a shallow, desert grave.  


Little did I know then that Zeffirelli was as gay as I was, with similar taste in men but who could trace his lineage back to Leonardo da Vinci!  Born illegitimately in 1923, he got to hobnob with some of Hollywood's greatest directors.  In this amazing 1979 photo, which includes William Wyler, Frank Capra and Robert Wise, he appears with two other gay colleagues, Vincente Minnelli  and George Cukor, whose hand he is clasping.  All mentioned except he won Oscars for Best Director.


What I hadn't appreciated until I visited the poorly designed Franco Zeffirelli Museum in Florence was his equally successful career in opera and theater, which began under the tutelage of another gay man, Luchino Visconti who also became his lover.  Trained as an artist after fighting for the Italian resistance in World War II, he first showed his talent for costume and set design.

Unidentified Costume Sketch
Set Model, "Euridice" (Florence , 1960)
Zeffirelli soon graduated to the big time with no help from Visconti who would have preferred that he continue to work on his films. Several rooms in the museum immerse visitors in his opera set designs, projected on all four walls, while recordings play.  One, which also features footage of Maria Callas singing an aria at La Scala, gave me goosebumps even though opera usually leaves me cold.


Nor was Zeffirelli afraid to tackle imports from Broadway, like this Roman production of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf in 1963.


I'll bet he and Edward Albee--both in the early prime of their careers--had plenty of tea to spill!  I couldn't help but wonder if they ever tricked.  I keep harping on Zeffirelli's homosexuality because it has been entirely erased from the museum as far as I can tell. One need only to look at his posture in this photo.  As they say nowadays, if you know, you know.


Zeffirelli directed Shakespeare on British soil, too, before taking the Bard of Avon to the silver screen.  Would you believe this is a young Maggie Smith starring in Much Ado About Nothing at the Old Vic in 1965?


While he edited The Taming of the Shrew the worst flood since the Renaissance devastated Florence, his hometown.  


Zeffirelli dropped everything to direct a documentary intended to raise funds for the city worldwide.


I lost interest in Zeffirelli after his movie adaptation of Endless Love, a quirky novel about contemporary teenage obsession I had loved but he over-inflated to the point of absurdity. The production design and amped-up emotion that served him so well in opera looked increasingly bloated and ridiculous on the wide screen in comparison with his earlier adaptations of period pieces.


In Endless Love he also continued his penchant for casting unknown male leads, at least two of whom later said he sexually harassed them.  They all looked very much alike (Tom Cruise, who makes his screen debut in the film in a minor role, also fits the  physical profile).  I'm guessing Piero Tosi, the man who shares his tomb, is the reason behind that. The pair, both in their nineties, died two months apart in 2019. A romantic might characterize their joint interment as a bid for actual endless love.  


The museum never alludes to anything other than a professional relationship, but it does devote a gallery to Tosi's successful career as a costume designer who often collaborated with Zeffirelli, earning an Oscar nominations for their work on La Traviata.  I didn't see any similar acknowledgment of his Anna Anni, the other member of his eternal threesome.  Italy definitely was a man's world in their heyday.


Teresa Stratas in "La Traviata" (1982)
In 2014, Tosi, who earned three other Oscar noms for his work with Visconti, Zeffirelli's former lover, received the first honorary Oscar ever awarded for costume design.  Someone should write a novel about the three artistic collaborators through the prism of incestuous gay love.


Zeffirelli's own awards case doesn't include a little gold man although his Best Direction nomination for Romeo and Juliet is exhibited elsewhere.  La Traviata earned him his only other nomination, for Best Art Direction.  


In the opera world, Zeffirelli coasted on his reputation for years.  His crowd-pleasing 1987 production of Turandot at the New York Metropolitan Opera, one of the house's most elaborate, has remained in the repertoire for more than three decades.

Sketch
Set Model
 A year later he reunited with Elizabeth Taylor for Young Toscanini, an Italian film.  


Although she played a 19th-century opera singer who doesn't rank a Wikipedia entry, Zeffirelli had her portrait painted as a much younger woman for the role, no doubt appealing to the vanity of his star if nothing else.

 

Zeffirelli clung to his conservative Catholicism throughout his life which perhaps explains why he remained closeted until the mid-90s when he declared that homosexual sounded more elegant than gay. His admission didn't prevent him from winning a seat in the Italian senate when, as a septuagenerian, he aligned himself with Silvio Berlusconi's Forza Italia party.  Somehow, he still found the time to direct Cher and three Dames, (Judi, Joan and Maggie) in Tea with Mussolini, perhaps because the film offered and opportunity to pay homage to the British women in Florence's expatriate community ("scorpioni") who helped raise him from the age of six after the death of his mother.  Or maybe just because hanging out with the four stars on set sounds like a gay man's (platonic) wet dream!


Oddly, the museum devotes the largest gallery to Zeffirelli's designs for Dante's Inferno, a never-produced film he began shopping around in the early 1970s.  


With exhibition sponsorship by Moscow's Gum Department Store, it's difficult not to think of the destruction caused by Russia's invasion of Ukraine while watching the animation of these designs on an enormous screen. 


In 1967, while directing Romeo & Juliet, Zeffirelli bought a villa near Cinecittà Studios which Mussolini had established as a kind of fascist Hollywood three decades earlier. He lived and worked there until his death at the age of 96.  The museum has reproduced his studio, filled with his father's furniture and a lifetime of mementos.

 

It reminded me of David, whose own career as a set designer, had been cut short by AIDS.


Despite his illiberalism, particularly regarding abortion--he insisted if it were legal, he never would have been born, a rationalization I've also heard expressed by a formerly close friend--Zeffirelli's legacy deserves better than the museum that documents it. Administrators of his foundation should take a short walk to the Ferragamo Museum to see how another icon of Italian culture has been properly honored.


Friday, October 3, 2025

Iconic Tombs & Views

Scaffolding obscured San Miniato al Monte, supposedly one of the most beautiful Byzantine churches in Italy.  I continued the ascent because I came more in search of views than salvation.


Seek and ye shall find!


In the mid-19th century, a cloister adjacent to the church was transformed into the Cimitero delle Porte Sante.


The elaborate monuments gave me a sneak preview of what I would find several days later in Milan.  Unfortunately, a looped loudspeaker announcement in multiple languages apologizing for the church's ongoing restoration, spoiled the serenity of my late afternoon visit.




It really looked like no cemetery I ever had seen, probably because it had served as a barracks and a hospital in its own past life.



I stumbled upon the tomb of a famous movie director.


Why was he buried with two unrelated people?  In that moment, I decided to visit the museum dedicated to his career, unmentioned in my itinerary research, but in a building with a prominent red banner not far from the Piazza della Signora.


The Piazzale Michelangelo, just below the cemetery, commands a view of Florence's historic center and the Arno River, not visible from the church because of elevation angle.


The crowd gathers only at the western end.


For good reason, of course.  Camera-phone aggression facilitated this shot.


A younger and fitter crowd than I had seen dining in the city had gathered to watch the sun set.


I arrived the next morning at the Basilica di Santa Croce, also known as the Temple of the Italian Glories for excellent reason.


Galileo didn't merit this massive tomb until a century after his death because the Vatican considered his scientific views heresy.  He had been buried discreetly behind the church in 1642.  Only through the intervention of the Medici dynasty, trying to reduce the power of the church, did he become an insider.  His heavenward gaze is a masterstroke of compromise.

Monumental tomb of Galileo Galilei
by Giovanni Battista Foggini (1737)
But if he were to look straight across the church, he would see Michelangelo's tomb designed by . . . Vasari!  Like the scientist across from him, Santa Croce wasn't the artist's first resting place.  After his burial in Rome, his nephew quickly exhumed his remains and smuggled them ("secretly in a bale, under the title of merchandise") back to Florence.  The church initially tried to keep their presence a secret, but word soon spread and Florentines soon mobbed the church to honor the Tuscan artist who had been born 62 miles away. Cosimo I decreed that Michelangelo should be entombed in Santa Croce rebutting accusations of grave theft by reminding the outraged Roman Catholics that the artist's ancestors were buried there, too.

Monumental Tomb of Michelangelo Buonarroti
by Giorgio Vasari (1564-1576)
The Medici dynasty, however, prevented Machiavelli's remains, initially buried in a modest Santa Croce family chapel, from being glorified because the "father of modern political science" had opposed their regime.  In fact, he wrote The Prince, his most famous work, while exiled from the city.  It took 150 years, British publication of his complete works in six volumes and a new duke in town (Austrian and soon to be penultimate Holy Roman Emperor!) before the commission of Machiavelli's off-brand monument.  

The allegorical figure of Justice sits atop his sarcophagus with a mirror reflecting his image in her right arm, and balanced scales in her left, an allusion to the presumed goals of diplomacy.  My takeaway from reading The Prince in Contemporary Civilization, another course in Columbia's core curriculum, was that political success depended far more on manipulation than the dispensation of justice, a lesson certainly ratified by the current occupant of the White House.  Still, I always will be grateful to Machiavelli because he expressed his philosophy more succinctly and clearly than anyone else on the list. 

Monumental Tomb of Niccolò Machiavelli
by Innocenzo Spinazzi (1787)
Finally, because I didn't realize Rossini had been laid to rest in Santa Croce too, there's Dante's cenotaph, sculpted by an artist heavily influenced by Antonio Canova more than 500 years after the author of the The Divine Comedy (core curriculum, again, depicted beneath his right elbow, and much tougher going than The Prince) died and was buried in Ravenna.  A homeboy in the Habsburg dynasty, then in power, recognized the value of the duchy's cultural patrimony and what better place than the Italian equivalent of Valhalla to memorialize Tuscany's master poet?

Cenotaph of Dante Alighieri by Stefano Ricci (1818-1829)