The Bicycle Thief

I watched The Bicycle Thief this weekend. (Here’s a summary, if you need the plot spoiled.)

Nobody warned me. I was so upset I didn’t even cry. When I woke up the next morning, all I could think of was the plucky little boy walking off with his handsome, devastated father, and FINE in big letters. No! It’s not fine! Split your wages with one of the guys who does have a bicycle!

You’re a good little American, said Jason approvingly.