Tuesday, September 27, 2011
What Is Better Than Italians Yelling At Each Other?
Hey, I'm Italian myself.
The Bicycle Thief (1948) is a post-World War II tale about a man named Ricci trying to nail a job so that he can support his family. Scoring a poster job, he finds out he needs a bicycle in order to do the job. His wife pawns our their sheets in order for him to successfully get his bike back from the pawn shop.
The first day of the job, Ricci has his bicycle stolen. No one stops the thief as Ricci chases him down the street. That right there is a sad indicator of how his luck is going to be through out the rest of the film.
Having help from a few friends and his young son, Ricci goes on a hunt to find his bike and the thief. With no luck and a run through a church, he begins to get unnerved and hits his son.
Ricci treats himself and Bruno (his boy) out for a glass of wine and dinner. He has a sad realization while eating, that if he doesn't get back his bike, his family would not prosper at all.
After they finish, they go to an old woman who supposedly knows everything. She gives them redundant advice and Ricci pays for her advice and soon sees the bike thief. Unsuccessful with apprehending the thief, Ricci flees the scene with Bruno close by.
Desperate, Ricci gives his son money to ride home on a bus as he tries to steal a bike off the street. The owner of the bicycle sees him in the act of doing so and shouts for everyone around to help. So...Everybody and their mums chase after Ricci and drag him off the bike. The owner takes back his bike but decides not to press charges when he sees Ricci's son crying for his papa. The movie ends with a sad overtone of Ricci holding hands with his boy. Tears begin to blossom in his eyes as he realizes he isn't going to achieve in winning his bike back.
I honestly felt like my brain took a massive emo poop after watching this film. I really did like it but I just couldn't unwrap my mind off the fact that Ricci wasn't going to escape the odds. After the film ended with him and his son walking off, I kind of wanted to tear up. I did like some of the tiny snap shots of slap stick in the film. The priest bopping the son on the head. The church goers chasing Ricci and stopping to pray. And the wife's comment on how her husband looked like a police man in his work uniform. Over all it was a captivating movie. I think the older films really exemplify on a moral in a story. I watch most films today and don't see that.