The Flowers of Saint Francis

The actual Italian title, “Francis, jester of God,” is probably closer to Rossellini’s intent (with an assist from Fellini.) There’s actually more of Brother Juniper than Saint Francis himself. But this is an interesting concoction, comic medieval neorealism -- it’s a little scattered but does not overstay its welcome. There is a pleasing and appropriate air of naivete about the whole proceedings. Francis and his monks are portrayed by a real group of Franciscan monks, and there’s just enough 13th century lingering in Italy to provide a bare period backdrop. Essentially a sequence of anecdotes from the brief time between the monks’ mission being approved by Pope Innocent III and their actually setting off to preach, the telling is whimsical and yet strong. The initial sequence in the rainstorm is notable for the dark sculptural quality of the monks in their dripping rags, yet joyful withal. I don’t share the enthusiasm of Scorsese and others for this film, but I did like it, though not enough to urge you to see it. I’ve been on a bit of a Saint Francis kick lately, having recently visited La Verna and Assisi, but I would still recommend, over this, Zeffirelli’s gorgeous hippie Francis in Brother Sun, Sister Moon. Rossellini’s film is certainly more astringent and authentic, but lacks an overall impact. (1950, dvd, n.) *6+*