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Thursday, 20 August 2026

Reflections on ... Teresa la ladra / Teresa the Thief (1973)

I’m always moaning about how difficult it is to see Monica Vitti’s Italian comedies in the UK – and now the British Film Institute here has devoted an entire season (Monica Vitti: Creative Force) to her films! Buying tickets for the BFI is pricey as hell, so I could only pick one (and I’d already seen 1968’s La ragazza con la pistola (The Girl with the Pistol)), so I opted for Teresa la ladra (Teresa the Thief) (1973) on Tuesday night. It was an evening of diva worship – Italian style!

A prime example of commedia all'italiana, it’s an earthy, raffish slice of life picaresque following the titular thief and jailbird Teresa (Vitti) from her impoverished rural girlhood to the hardships and deprivation of Italy during and after WWII to old age. (Of her father, Teresa recalls almost admiringly, “When he hit you, he REALLY hit you!”). Living by her wits, the cheerful, resilient and amoral Teresa survives as a petty criminal (burglar, pickpocket, seller of contraband cigarettes). 


Unexpectedly, there are parallels with John Waters’ Female Trouble (1974). Teresa is for Vitti what Dawn Davenport was for Divine: a charismatic, bad girl criminal anti-heroine. When Teresa burgles apartments, she even has two female accomplices, just like Dawn’s sidekicks Chiclet and Concetta. 

There’s a nice running gag where Teresa and her female cohort lure men to the cinema and steal their wallets while they’re distracted. The movie is always Waterloo Bridge (1940): Teresa is entranced by it but never gets to see how it ends. The tone is mostly larky, except towards the end when Teresa is sectioned in a mental institution and it turns harrowing. “I was livid with hunger and passion!” Teresa exclaims at one point, and Vitti makes you believe it. (The penniless Teresa is famished much of the time and wolfs down food as opportunity arises). Picking up where her forebear Anna Magnani left off, Vitti is magnetic throughout: she narrates in her inimitable husky voice and gets multiple dreamy close-ups (those green eyes!). 

Director Carlo Di Palma’s storytelling is shaggy and episodic in a good-natured way. And he sure knows how to artfully compose a shot: watch for the gorgeous sequence at a party where Teresa is surrounded by drunk revelers and completely oblivious as we watch her feckless husband and his mistress sneak out and abandon her in the background. By the end, I’d convinced myself not only could I speak fluent Italian but that I WAS Italian!




Sunday, 31 January 2016

Anna Karina at The British Film Institute

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/ The sublime Danish actress Anna Karina in Jean-Luc Godard's Vivre sa vie (1962) /

Anna Karina – the elfin Bambi-eyed star of French New Wave 1960s cinema - graced The British Film Institute in person on Saturday 16 January 2016 last night as part of its Jean-Luc Godard season. (Godard and Karina were married between 1961-1967. She was Godard’s muse and the leading lady of his definitive early films). First was a screening of Godard’s sublime 1962 nouvelle vague masterpiece Vivre sa vie (in which Karina plays a wannabe actress who drifts into prostitution with tragic consequences. She is wrenching in the film). Then Karina was invited onstage for an interview (by film critic Jason Solomons) followed by a Q&A session with the audience.

Pal and I were in the back row, but I can confirm the 75-year old Karina is still svelte and her heart-shaped cheekbones still intact, although her voice is now a raspy croak – Karina has evidently smoked a lot of Gauloises (or Gitaines?) over the decades. She was endearingly dotty and eccentric – clearly still a mischievous free spirit and bohemian. It’s hard to believe Karina isn’t French (she’s Danish, born in 1940 in Copenhagen): her accent sounds impeccably French, her demeanour is so old-school Parisian and she’s the absolute mistress of the dismissive Gallic shrug.

And Karina did a lot of Gallic shrugging! There was definitely a language barrier. Karina’s answers would drift, dither and meander, sometimes missing the point.  After an audience member would ask a question, Karina would turn to the onstage interviewer with a quizzical expression. After a while Solomon exclaimed, “Don’t look at me – I didn’t ask the question!” When someone asked what her strangest experience was working on a film, she snapped “Strange? What’s strange?” When people probed too deeply about Godard’s motivations and thought processes, she replied, exasperated, “I didn’t direct the film!” Asked whether it was provocative or scandalous to play a prostitute in 1962, she demurred, “Because I played a prostitute didn’t mean I was a prostitute!” (But Karina added the Parisian “working girls” she encountered on the street afterward would approach her and say they approved of her portrayal and found it truthful).


Anna Karina at The British Film Institute 16 January 2016

Anna Karina at The British Film Institute 16 January 2016

Anna Karina at The British Film Institute 16 January 2016

Anna Karina at The British Film Institute 16 January 2016

/ Above: some pretty grainy and pixellated shots of Karina onstage at The BFI with journalist Jason Solomons (Pal took them on his iPhone from the back row!) /

The questioners seemed fixated on Karina’s hairstyle and wardrobe in Vivre sa vie, which she accepted with good grace. Was the black bob inspired by Louise Brooks?  Karina revealed her hair in the film was actually a wig. It began as a very long wig and the stylist kept cutting it shorter and shorter. She didn’t know – maybe! People compared it to Louise Brooks afterwards. As for the clothes: they look astonishingly cool to modern eyes - that late fifties / early sixties period was the acme of style for both men and women (same era as the early seasons of TV's Mad Men).  The 22-year old Karina certainly looks sensational in her simple pencil skirts, ruffled blouses and cardigans – although she would have looked chic in a potato sack.


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One annoying question actually led to an interesting response. Weirdly, one woman asked Karina what young modern actresses she admired. (Did the questioner honestly think Karina was going to reply, “Jennifer Lawrence!”?) Karina seemed nonplussed, asked her to repeat the question and then confessed she has a hard time keeping track of new actors, there are so many. They don’t usually make an impression on her unless they’ve been around a few years and become established. Then somehow the subject changed to what actresses Karina admired when she was growing up and the answer was more illuminating: Judy Garland, Ava Gardner and Edith Piaf. In terms of warmth, radiance and the capacity for expressing both hurt and happiness, you can clearly see the influence of Garland and Piaf on Karina’s acting.

I learned afterwards of one fascinating movie factoid from one of Karina’s other onstage interview sessions for a different film at The BFI. (Karina was interviewed about three times at The BFI while she was in London). She was asked about Godard’s Le Mepris (1963), in which Karina herself does not appear. Instead, Brigitte Bardot gives one of her best performances in the role of Camille. Bardot was always Godard’s first choice – but according to Karina, the producers pressured Godard to consider another great European art cinema leading lady of the period – Italy’s tousle-haired blonde lioness and Michelangelo Antonioni's muse, Monica Vitti. I revere the gorgeous Vitti and she would have been great – but very different – as Camille. Godard met with her in Rome to discuss Le Mepris. Vitti arrived an hour late and reportedly stared out the window the whole time, indifferent. So the role went to Bardot instead and the rest is history. Interestingly, for segments of Le Mepris Bardot dons a short jet-black wig that recalls ... Anna Karina in Vivre sa vie!


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/ Brigitte Bardot in Le Mepris (1963) /

My highlights: Karina described how, when she first arrived in Paris as a 17-year old runaway, she was “discovered” in the cafe Les Deux Magots and snapped-up to be a fashion model. One day on a photo shoot she was telling the hair stylist or make-up artist she wanted to be an actress; an older woman with a big hat smoking a cigar overhead and inquired what Karina’s name was. When Karina replied “Hanne Karin Blarke Bayer”, the woman announced, “You should call yourself Anna Karina!” Afterwards Karina learned the mysterious older woman was – Coco Chanel! The final question of the night was: what was Karina’s mindset as a teenager, hitchhiking to Paris on her own, not speaking a word of French? Karina recalled how poor she was on arrival (she owned one pair of high heels and one black dress) and expressed astonishment at how brave and gutsy she’d been. (Karina admitted her motivation was to escape her unhappy home life with her mother and abusive stepfather). How lucky for generations of cinema goers Anna Karina that did flee to Paris when she did!

Further reading:

Anna Karina: Two or Three Things We Know About Her: You can watch videos of Karina's Q&A sessions at The BFI here

A sweet and very revealing interview with Karina in The Guardian


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