Actually, I had wanted to show this right after my bike accident, but I was persuaded that it was rather irreverent, even by my standards. However, being that Death of a Cyclist was made in 1955, waiting another year to watch it served only to let this fine, vintage Spanish cinema take on even more flavor.

Not so many people turned up… one of our guests offered the explanation, “They really don’t like the old ones, do they?”, but last season’s huge turnouts for City Lights and Casablanca (to which Death of a Cyclist bore a more than a few resemblances – observe the Peter Lorre looky-likey in this photo) suggests that perhaps “They really don’t like the old, foreign ones that they haven’t heard about, do they?” would be a more accurate analysis. Who knows? Anyway… the bottom line:

Another great movie on our screen.

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