One Paragraph Movie Review: The Bicycle Thief

Thirty-Sixth film: The Bicycle Thief, a 1948 Italian movie that decides, plot-wise, to not stray very far from its title. Featuring a father with a very simple on/off switch for skid row ethics, his missus who does laundry more aggressively than anyone I’ve ever seen, their son — a boy with the crying skills of Piaf and the legs of twenty-eight grown men — and the town bike. The stretchiness of mozzarella is also given a guernsey, which is an underused dramatic element in cinema. This film is not without its charm, however it is definitely without its interesting things that happen. I’ll say this about it, though: there’s at least one bicycle thief in it. One and a half exonerating epileptic fits out of five.