EL COCHECITO (The Little Car) is a film by Marco Ferreri from 1960.

It is his third film and, like his two previous ones, it is shot in Spain.

Based on a Spanish novella, EL COCHECITO is about an old man, Don Anselmo, who has a paralyzed friend, Don Luca.

Don Luca, however, has a motorized scooter that takes him everywhere and has a group of other disabled folks like him, all motorized, and they go on nice trips. Don Anselmo also participates but he is just a passenger, doesn't have a scooter, so eventually, even though he is fit as a fiddle, he gets marginalized…

Damn it, I need to get myself a little car too, at all costs!

This film is wonderful, hilarious, deadly, surreal, grotesque.

A caravan of disjointed humanity led by a genius. Imagine a drugged, corrosive, cheeky Fellini.

Don Anselmo is fabulous. His senile whim becomes a life mission, he wants EL COCHECITO at all costs. But how to do it? He's old and doesn't matter a damn thing, lives with his son, a cynical lawyer, his son's wife, the daughter, the daughter's boyfriend (an aspiring lawyer), the maid, there's also a cousin just arrived and what is a chicken doing on the windowsill? Oh boy, what a mess!

Indeed.

Remember Kusturica's Black Cat, White Cat? Well, something like that. In Franco's Spain, however. In Madrid.

The film has a frantic pace, you're in it right from the start with those opening credits and that cheerful music.

Then you realize that it truly makes you laugh and you'll spend 85 minutes with a blissful, dumbfounded smile.

You almost can't believe what you hear and see, it's all so crazy, so absurd. It almost feels like a malicious, hallucinated fairy tale... but everything goes smoothly and you end up believing it too.

You will support Don Anselmo until the end, and if you don't, then you haven't understood a damn thing, and this isn't for you.

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