







I’d mentally filed this under “Italian Ealing comedy” before pressing play, and that’s not far off. Big Deal on Madonna Street has real Ladykillers energy in its group dynamic: a gang of hopeless amateurs attempting a heist well beyond their abilities. But Monicelli’s real target is Dassin’s Rififi — take that meticulous template, hand it to a crew of absolute chancers, and see what happens. The result is frequently laugh-out-loud funny, swinging between slapstick, dry one-liners, and an unexpected amount of weeping over mothers.
The cast is ridiculously stacked. Gassman preens and postures magnificently, Totò brings effortless old-pro timing, and Cardinale is luminous in an early role. Even Mastroianni makes a full meal of limited screen time. Monicelli keeps the whole thing moving with real zip.
It does meander now and then, and not every scruffy detour pays off. But there’s so much life and warmth here that resistance feels pointless.