analogbear40
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Here’s a little nugget of trivia for all you fans of American cinema...
Captain Mikula Mali - In Memoriam
I opened up the local paper this morning, and one tiny little article immediately grabbed my attention:
"Farewell, Captain Mikula Mali!" — Who? How? — I’m reading:
A tragic note for the community: just the day before yesterday, 77-year-old Frane Tomaš passed away at his home in Jesenice due to heart complications.
Ever wonder whose actual life inspired that legendary teen series and movie from the eighties? It’s one of those classic "based on a true story" vibes that really sticks with you.
Regarding "Captain Mikula Mali"—I’m not going to rewrite the entire article, but I would just add one tiny correction: that it was actually filmed first.
The movie came out back in the late '70s, and it wasn't until much later that they actually turned it into a series.
So, why am I even bothering to write this to you all? You might think this isn't exactly breaking news for the blogosphere.
It might not carry much weight in the massive world of macro-blogging, but for my own little micro-blogging universe? It matters a whole lot.
So, right at the very beginning of my blogging journey—let me double-check that math... yeah, exactly 40 days ago—I started "In the Mess."
I just posted a new entry in my Block—a blog post about "Captain Mikula Mali." It’s a look at the film itself, mixed with some of my own personal memories from back in the day.
I was thinking about how to present this film. My plan was to release it on Saint Nicholas Day, since Nikola and Mikula are one and the same.
I finally did it! I posted those ocean shots dedicated to sailors navigating distant waters, and I included my Sailor right there with them.
I don't feel any regret about it.
Honestly, I’ve been sitting on this entire time—keeping this post tucked away, even those scanned shots of the VHS cover—just waiting for the perfect moment to finally hit publish.
Now is the moment!
I didn't realize—or maybe I just don't remember anymore—that the movie was actually based on the stories of a real-life hero, Fran Tomaš. (Hmm? That surname sounds familiar. I know exactly who to ask if I want to dig a little deeper into that man's history.)
Let this post serve as an In Memoriam—not just for him, but for all the young actors who shared the screen in that film.
Tonći vidan, a sailor from a coastal town like San Diego, played the role of Captain Mikula Mali. Sadly, he passed away in a car accident more than twenty years ago.
Joško Pažanin, a guy from Kaštel and a school friend of my cousin—who played the role of little Ličanin cika—passed away in a motorcycle accident.
That was back on Kaštel street, nearly 25 years ago.
So many people who were truly connected to the story of Captain Mikula Mali have moved on.
Let’s make this for all of them.
Back in the day, there was this lovely tradition in our elementary schools. They used to take us kids off to the movie theater to watch films centered around revolutionary themes. Of course, they’d mix those in with all sorts of other great children's movies too—stuff like *Vuk the Hermit*, *Train in the Snow*, *Salaš u Malom Ritu*, *Družba prati kvržica*, and *Captain Mikula Mali*. It was a wonderful way to introduce us to storytelling.
Back in the mid-to-late 70s, there was this movie called Captain Mikula Mali. As soon as it hit the big screen at our local theater, "First Fighter"—which was actually located right at the base of that huge cement plant—everyone was talking about it. Our elementary school, Martin Boban, was named after that legendary local hero who fought against the fascists, and we were all buzzing. I remember the teachers gathered every single grade together. We marched out in pairs, with everyone holding hands like, "Stay close, kids!" I think I was in sixth grade at the time, though maybe it was seventh? I can't quite pin it down.
We packed that hall to the rafters. People were shuffling around, shoulder to shoulder, shouting over one another and bickering about who got to sit next to whom. Even the wooden chairs were groaning under the weight of it all. Then, suddenly, the lights went down. Total silence settled in... just a few stray whispers here and there, a little giggle over there... "Pssst!" And just like that, the movie started.
The hall was absolutely buzzing, filled with the massive sights and sounds of the big screen. We were right there in the thick of it, following the journey of Mikula Mali—you know, little Mikula (honestly, seeing those kids play him reminds me of when I used to hang out by the old factory worker housing back in the day, just playing around near the local industrial plants). We followed Komušina, the legendary Mikula the Elder, brave partisan Andre, and even that Allied aviator... It was quite the ride.
We really stuck together back then. We were constantly outrunning the Germans, diving for cover, sprinting through open fields, and hiding aviators from sight. We even helped rescue Grandpa—he was played by that incredible Mexican actor, Petre Prličko—all while navigating the waters in our small fishing boats.
They’d swing from ropes like acrobats, pulling all sorts of pranks on the Occupiers and their henchmen just to keep them on their toes. It was constant mischief.
The voices of our heroes echoed through the hall: "Let's go, guys! We have to save the pilot! We have to save Grandpa!"
Good heavens! Heavens above! Like a bolt from the blue! He’s the real deal, truly one of a kind... and he's doing just fine. You know how it is—he's my boy, through and through!
We were all moved to tears when that bullet finally hit Grandpa. He was busy playing decoys for the Americans just so our little tugboat, the "Good Father," could slip away from the coast under the cover of darkness. With Captain Mikula Mali barking orders, we managed to make a run for it toward Vis!
Suddenly, the whole screen just explodes with relief—pure salvation! My goodness, my heart is pounding so hard I feel like it might jump right out of my chest and dive straight into the monitor!
There they are, arriving at the island! My beautiful island sanctuary!
From a ship pulling out of the harbor, they call out: "Name of the vessel!"
And Captain Mikula Mali answers: "The good father—from Podgora!—Captain Mikula Mali!"
And they actually pulled it off, bringing the wounded and the refugees to this free island—an unconquerable fortress of the sea!
Let people say whatever they want, but I wouldn't trade this tiny fragment of my memory for anything in the world!
POST SCRIPTUM: An excerpt from today's article in the "Daily News":
"Even though there was war and it was easy to lose your head, for me, being a kid, games and fun were always front and center. All those battles and the strafing runs from planes we had to duck from... they felt as dangerous as smoking a cigarette. We’d dodge enemy ships by hugging the coastline, and they wouldn't dare come too close because they knew the resistance fighters were lurking there. But the planes? Those were the worst. There was nowhere to hide.
My father passed away in 1943 near the coast of the islands when the enemy attacked us at sea. My brother was still a toddler then; I dove for cover, but my father and the engineer on the boat were caught in the gunfire. Both were lost. I ended up with my five-year-old brother, and after our battered boat drifted toward the outer islands, I trekked across the terrain to get to the other side. That's where the resistance found us and brought us safely to the island." — This is what Frane Tomaš shared during an interview with reporters two years ago.
Rest in peace, Captain Frane.
Post published 01/02/2008 at 12:08 PM.
Transferred from a blog.