Madonna of the Seven Moons

Synopsis: In the early part of this century, Maddelena a teenage Italian girl, is attacked whilst walking in the woods. The attack leaves her mentally scarred and our story flashes forward to the 1940s where Maddelena is still troubled. She disappears one day and her daughter vows to find her.
Genre: Drama, Mystery
Director(s): Arthur Crabtree
Production: General Film Distributors
 
IMDB:
6.5
Year:
1945
88 min
68 Views


Maddalena.

The Reverend Mother wishes to see you.

Maddalena, I had this letter this morning

from your father.

He thinks you have been with us long enough

and now you ought to take

your proper place in life.

I But, Reverend Mother I

want to stay here always.

That's just how I'd like you to feel.

But we can't always think of ourselves, my child.

Your father has plans for your future.

You've heard of Mr Guiseppe Labardi?

I met him once.

- With Father.

- Mr Labardi wants to marry you.

It would make your father very happy.

Marry? No, no.

I don't want to get married.

I want to stay here with you always.

- You want to disappoint your father?

- No, Reverend Mother.

We shall miss you, Maddalena.

I want you to take this prayerbook

for your comfort always.

- Thank you, Reverend Mother.

- Bless you, my child.

- It's so quaint and charming.

- I've had that prayerbook for years.

It was given me just before I was married.

Now, about this idea of yours, sister,

I'd really much rather not.

Madame Labardi, without you,

there would have been

no children's ward in our hospital.

It's only right that it should bear your name.

I couldn't possibly agree to that.

I meant to have done so much more

for the children than I have.

Much more for my own daughter too.

Well? Did you persuade Maddalena?

No, Mr Labardi, she would not consent.

I warned you that she will not advertise.

- Mario.

- Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Pity Botticelli isn't alive.

I would like him to paint you as you are now.

- He painted saints.

- I know.

Looking at that map again?

I suppose it's all right

for Angela and that girl

to come all the way from England by car

at their age.

Why, of course.

She must be having the time of her life

after being in school for five years.

That's what I'm afraid of.

It may be too much for her.

- She's such a quiet, retiring child.

- She was.

When I last saw her in England,

she'd come a long way out of her shell.

School and England will have changed her

quite a bit, you know.

I hope not too much.

Five years is a long time to be

separated from your daughter.

I'm looking forward

to picking up the old threads.

Frankly, my dear,

I should forget about the old threads.

Be prepared for some new ones.

We've got to move with the times.

- Her times.

- I hate them coming all that way alone.

Let's look at that map.

They must have broken the back

oftheir journey by now.

Let me see. Here we are.

They crossed from Dover to Calais

on Monday morning.

So if I'm any judge,

by now they should've reached Cannes.

In the back. There'll be three of us.

- Are you going far, monsieur?

- Rome, but breaking the journey at Florence.

- Hello, Angela. You ready?

- You haven't got to go just yet?

- Yes.

- I wish I was going with you.

- What a lovely time last night.

- Goodbye, everybody.

- We've been ditched! Millie isn't coming.

- Rubbish. Of course she is.

- She isn't, Evelyn.

- Why not?

Just another of her crushes.

She's just like her mother.

- You don't mean that dancer fellow?

- Sandro Barucci.

It's a lovely name

even if you don't like the rest of him.

- I'll talk to her.

- It won't do any good.

- Angela!

- Sandro!

We were just talking about you.

Somebody ought to drop you in a pond.

Why? It was Millie's idea staying on here

not mine.

Then they ought to drop you in two ponds.

Don't be silly, Lyn.

You ought to be grateful.

- It leaves you and Angela alone.

- Now, look here, Millie... Oh!

- Come on, Angela, let's go.

- Have a good time, darlings.

Au revoir, Angela. We shall meet again.

- Bye, everybody.

Goodbye!

Hey, Sandro, I thought you said

those flowers were for me.

- For you, orchids.

- Where are they?

There you are. Soon be there.

Bear up a little longer.

How very unromantic. Thought you liked it.

I do, enormously.

But I don't want to run into anything.

Then you shouldn't have

such a comfortable shoulder.

I suppose you think I'm a responsibility.

A nice one, but I'm taking no risks.

Is that why they put you

in the Diplomatic Service?

Of course!

I wonder why I like you so much.

You're not a person I expect to like.

- Lyn, did you wire about our rooms?

- Yes, Hotel Barbarelli. With baths.

- I hope they have a swing band!

- Band? Aren't you supposed to be tired?

I'm never too tired to dance.

- I wonder if I take after Maddalena.

- Who?

My fond mama. Can you imagine

the glorious time we're going to have?

Dances, parties, theatres.

Perhaps she isn't that kind of mother.

- What a terrifying thought.

- I don't know.

I would give someone else the chance.

- You, for instance?

- Ifthere isn't too much competition.

- Oh, I dare say there will be.

- Now, you listen to me.

No. I'm much too tired.

Don't bother with that thing. Ask somebody.

Excuse me. Could you direct me

to the Hotel Barbarelli?

I'm sorry, I don't live here.

Excuse me.

Are you a stranger in these parts?

No. You are.

We are looking for the Hotel Barbarelli.

You go straight down that road

for about 200 yards.

Then you turn left. Not the first turning

or the second, the third.

- By the statue. After that...

- Thanks. We'll find it somehow.

Never mind, I'll go. Yes, yes, I'm coming.

Can't you hear I'm coming?

- Good afternoon, Tessa.

- Dr Ackroyd, I didn't know it was you.

- Mr Labardi phoned for me.

- I know, I listened to him.

- My dear Charles, how nice of you.

- She didn't sleep much, Doctor.

Overexcited, I expect,

with Miss Angela coming home.

Thank you, Tessa, I'll tell him.

I was in and out of her room a dozen times.

- I don't expect much is the matter.

- That's just where you're wrong.

- When I took in her coffee...

- All right, Tessa.

- How thoughtful of you.

- Flowers, often the best medicine.

You know, I believe you are

almost as fond of her as I am.

Fonder.

Come and tell her that. It will cheer her up.

- Wait. Have you heard from Angela?

- No, not yet.

Well, indirectly, I have. From Mrs Fiske.

That scatterbrain daughter of hers

dropped off at Cannes

- and left Angela to come on alone.

- Guiseppe!

Why, my dear!

- Charles, it isn't true?

- Why not? Good job too.

Millie Fiske is the last person

I'd want in a car.

- That means Angela is alone.

- Teach her to be independent.

- All this coddling is out of date.

- Of course it is.

Take her along with you, Charles.

I'll get some cocktails.

We'll drink to the return ofthe prodigal,

shall we?

I brought you these.

- You're very kind.

- You're very silly.

Jumping at shadows.

Looking for dangers where they don't exist.

I sometimes wonder what we get from religion

if it isn't faith.

Angela is little more than a child.

My dear, in England,

girls are used to going about alone.

From what Guiseppe tells me,

your daughter is more than capable.

You don't know the things that can happen.

Amul things.

What kind ofthings?

It's a mistake to expect Angela to behave

like a girl from a convent.

This is an unconventional age.

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Roland Pertwee

Roland Pertwee (17 May 1885 – 26 April 1963) was an English playwright, film and television screenwriter, director and actor. He was the father of Doctor Who actor Jon Pertwee and fellow playwright and screenwriter Michael Pertwee. He was also the second cousin of actor Bill Pertwee and grandfather of actors Sean Pertwee and Dariel Pertwee. From the 1910s to 1950s, he worked as a writer on many British films, providing either the basic story or full screenplay. He was one of numerous writers working on the script of A Yank at Oxford starring Robert Taylor and Vivien Leigh, the film in which his son Jon made his screen debut, and on Caravan.While he seemingly preferred writing, he acted in ten films (1915–45) and directed Breach of Promise (1942), which he also wrote. more…

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