
An uptight person and a free spirit get in a car together, set off on the open road, and hijinks ensue. There are lots of types of road movies, but this formula feels like the most pure to me. I’m not sure how many movies tried this approach before Il Sorpasso, but I have to assume it wasn’t the first to attempt this dynamic, even if there’s still something so fresh about this movie that it feels like it might as well have invented the modern road dramedy. Which is a little odd to say, since it also embodies a very specific time in Italian history and filmmaking, where the neorealism of the country’s post-World War II morphed into something lighter and more carefree, as the country’s economic boom saw its citizens livin’ la dolce vita. Continue reading






