"One does not create by adding but by taking away". Kindred spirits lie in Ozu to de Sica, Bresson's sparky but mundane depiction of a Parisian pickpocket is masterful. A film of grace, mundanity and ineffable beauty.
A withering look at the callow hypocrisies of nihilism, and the repression that society offers as an alternative. Consider a man so small that his suit seems to be swallowing him up as he expounds on "supermen" who should be exempt from society's rules, but does nothing about it beyond the pettiest of crimes. Not sure how to take the ending—with a hero this numb and solipsistic, I call "bullshit" on redemption.
watch crime and punishment (1935) by josef von sternberg and then tell me which of these two films is the masterpiece. Les Anges du Peché and Les Dames du Bois de Bologne are far better pictures than Pickpocket. The "bressonian" atmosphere is achieved, but the actors are terrible, the script is vulgar and everything else from direction to editing is just not interesting. in my opinion, a very overrated picture
The poetry of stealing ... A typically expert formation of sound and visuals by Bresson. I watched this again after almost four years and like many other Bresson films you see the genius clearer and clearer after every viewing. Most film makers inconsistently use a cinematic experience to tell stories, Bresson uses stories to create a pure cinematic experience. Cinema is not his tool it is his product.
Watching Bresson's film for the second time with Schrader's intro made the film even more sublime. Another post mentioned how weak the lead actor was and I disagree especially understanding the emphasis on humanity at its most subdued being synonymous with loss of identity or confusion. The whole film is an uphill battle amongst absurdity that finale's state of redemption takes on a spiritual quality. Masterpiece.