Saturday police proceedings after 14 seasons, 22 years, and far more espresso shots than firearms were fired Montalbano Inspector (BBC Four) has reached the conclusion of the feature film. I know why retirement is beckoning, but it’s still painful.
Explain; Inspector Montalbano is the very definition of reserved television in my home. This Sicilian slice, an antidote to Nordic Noir’s melancholy melancholy and paradise’s death knock-about haminess, maintains a distinctive Mediterranean sensibility. From the tanned opening credits that represent the fictional town of Vigata, where the baroque hilltop splendor of Laguza, to the continued interest in coffee, women and seafood, these all rank significantly higher than the fight against crime. is. Cannoli pyramid.
Raymond Chandler’s words come to mind when it comes to our hero, Salvo Montalbano. “A man wants to be him, a woman wants to be with him.” Indeed, the detective writer referred to James Bond rather than the short, bald middle-aged Italian. But undoubtedly, inspectors drive a cool, terrible, devastated Fiat and have the unique charming charisma of an antihero.
This is not an exaggerated mafia exposure – when it comes to felony and fraud, Italian misdemeanors are as rigorously regional as the form of pasta. A corner of the sleepy island of Montalbano is a world away from the threat of Palermo. Palermo is happy because he can spend more time swimming in the ocean, playing at his desk, and eating red shrimp at his favorite restaurant. Everything is completely silent. Occasionally, his beautiful girlfriend visits. They fall in love. They eat supper. She leaves. He returns to silence – now can you see why a man wants to be him?
On this last outing, Salvo lived his best life very much. Soaking in the sea of Cerulean, with a great meal and temptation, he gave the new Inamorata a kind of chunky, single-minded kiss that he normally reserves for the riccidimare that just landed. Dear reader, I blushed.
There was a regular opera buffa cameo from a uniformed officer Catalella and his mustache-bearing serial Phillander colleague Mimi, but to be honest, taking this vacation knows everything the inspector represents. It was a celebration. Angry humor, stunning irritation, extravagant passion and, of course, a delicious lunch. It ended with justice offered with all the vongole of linguine. I was satisfied with my body and soul.
Ciao Salvo e grazie!