The Italian Job (1969) – review

Timeless opening, classic cliffhanger, pristine photography, good jokes, one wonderful car chase, and a proudly British sentimentality that never crosses into jingoism. The only drawback I can think of relates to what isn’t there – because what is there is faultless. This caper’s scope is modest, very modest even. It doesn’t concern itself with plotting, or character development. That’s because it aims for light entertainment, which, though delimiting and insubstantial in form, is nothing to be sniffed at. More assuming pictures than this have strived and failed to achieve the slick pleasure without-frills it gets so readily. That’s an end in itself.