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Johnny (Danny Aiello) has just proposed to her. Though she does not love him, she accepts. He is, well, a nice man. but he suffers from a strong Oedipal conflict. His mamma may live in Palermo, but her apron strings reach across the ocean to her favorite bambino...
...Lying Woman (Jo Harvey Allen) leans across the restaurant table and confides that the reason for her amazing psychic powers is that she was born with a tail. Yes! Her mamma had it surgically removed and kept it in the medicine cabinet, "right between the 4-Way Cold Tablets and the monkey blood." Which is about where, in the cinematic scheme of things, True Stories fits. Right between a 4-H rally and the Monkees' Head. Between Dallas and Paris, Texas. Between Charles Kuralt and Fellini. Between David Letterman and David Lynch. Between everything you forgot about rock movies...
...unlike the overwhelming machines of Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times, Department 260's equipment is mostly nonthreatening, with sometimes vexing personalities. "Mamma mia, ti prego comincia a lavorare! (Please, start working!)" implores Mechanic Bruno Lockner to one balky contraption. "This machine understands Italian," he jokes. Some machines have names. Clarabelle is a complex wonder that churns out 1,000 crossbar assemblies an hour. It was designed by Allen-Bradley engineers, and is tended by 18-year veteran Employee Cheryl Braddock. Says Braddock: "I talk to her every morning. I pat her on the side. I say, 'It's going...
Later, at his office, Cuomo dials a familiar number. After several rings, a low voice answers. "Mamma," Cuomo says, "I've been talking about you." He begins to tell her about the speech, but his mother interrupts, talking furiously in Italian. Cuomo translates for a reporter. Three women had been murdered the day before in Brooklyn. Animals, she calls the killers; they deserve to die. The Governor manages to calm her, then says an affectionate goodbye in Italian...
Meanwhile, a band swung into all the old sad songs about mamma, lost loves and the perils of strong drink. The crowd continued to swell. Every few minutes a car filled with a family would come coughing down the dirt road to the cemetery, preceding a rooster's tail of dust. The women would hug one another, and the men who were not teetotalers would find some reason to roam off together into the woods, returning in a short while flush faced and very happy. The day, a hot late- summer afternoon, just sort of hung still in that stop...