Luigi Comencini made some gloriously dark comedies in the latter half of his career — LO SCOPONE SCIENTIFICO/ THE SCIENTIFIC CARD PLAYER, INGORGIO (not exactly a comedy but a kind of satire-allegory in which seemingly the whole of Italian society is stuck in a traffic jam with no end in sight, and IL GATTO. But there’s also a streak of warm sentiment running through his oeuvre, which reasserts itself in his last films and TV shows.
PROIBITO RUBARE (1948), his first feature, showcases both attitudes. In part, it’s a warm story about a kindly priest who, on his way to missionary work in Africa, is robbed by street kids in Naples (using the old suitcase trick as demonstrated by De Sica in TOO BAD SHE’S BAD) and decides there are needy children closer to home. Inspired by the MGM movie BOY’S TOWN he resolves to set up a hostel for impoverished urchins. BUT — he’s well-meaning but naive — the city authorities and populace are of little help, and the kids only comes when they realise his boy’s town is a perfect place to hide their stolen loot.
This set-up feels a little like Bunuel’s cautionary tales about the impossibility of being a saint — VIRIDIANA and NAZARIN. But maybe closer to the Boulting Bros’ faint-hearted satire on the Church of England, HEAVEN’S ABOVE! Lots of good, strong questions are raised — how can anybody depend on charity? Can you help people to choose to be good, especially if their life circumstances and formative experiences have been bad?
The movie does let you know by its tone that probably things well end up OK. A young Adolfo Celli as the priest gives us the tone. But things develop nicely — nobody is donating to this charity, and Celli refuses to accept any dishonestly-gained money, so he can’t feed or otherwise support his charges. So one enterprising and well-intentioned lad starts stealing from the stash of boodle, converting it into cash, and popping it in the donations box. Soon the boy’s town is booming, but there’s a crisis looming — what happens when the other boys, and the gangster they deal with, find the swag has been swiped?
It’s very involving, and as with Comencini’s later child-themed films (he made lots) the kids are all brilliant. It probably helped give him a reputation for making “pink neo-realism” — the rosy-tinted, soft-hearted version of the hard stuff. But I quite like pink neo-realism. As long as it manages its tone skillfully and doesn’t totally disgrace the name of realism, there’s an argument that a little lightness will make your social justice message more appealing to audiences, and thus more impactful — IF you still leave the audience with a sense that something needs doing, and that they could help.