Mario Salieri
Concetta Licata

WARNING SPOILERS AHEAD!

Concetta Licata is a receptacle of mafia movie clichés.

The plot idea smells a bit moldy, and the sequence of events is quite predictable. There's the classic brutal murder by the mafia, the victims being two policemen. Of course, there are witnesses to the incident, a couple, Santino and Concetta. Circumstances lead the man to jail. And here we find the prison warden, with conveniently dubious morality, more than willing to torture his inmates and even more willing to obtain favors from their wives to avoid such torture.

In short, there’s everything needed for some people to eventually get to know each other deeply.

And so, in the end, the plot is acceptable, but the quality level of the work is threatened by other elements. The acting, the clumsy dubbing in a shaky and overly stereotypical Sicilian slang, and the direction: always fixed shots, never a sequence shot or even just a long take, heaven forbid!

But two elements are enough to elevate the film to the ranks of an almost genre masterpiece.

The character of the prison warden, masterfully played by a vintage Ron Jeremy, plump, sweaty, hairy, greasy, a perfect embodiment of perversion. His ways as a filthy brute are enjoyable, armed with sausages instead of fingers, heavily adorned with rings appropriate for the occasion, with which he handles the ample breasts of his female victims as if they were bags of marbles.

And then the film's key scene where the divine, as Concetta, sacrifices herself by storing the warden's heavy-duty equipment in all its massiveness, leaving no avenue of entry unexplored. The protagonist's body is one of the highest expressions of the concept of roundness, the concept of harmony between fullness and emptiness, and the static shots, in this case, appropriate, do justice to such beauty.

In the end, a good basis for doing some hard carpentry work.