It has been far too long since I featured a Bruno Bozzetto movie. He is after all one of the greatest of directors ( Mister Rossi + Allegro non troppo). One of his earliest works, A Life in a Tin is no mean achievement for in six minutes or so all of life is condensed into a tin. Bruno's point is that one is trapped in boxes from which there is no escape. There may be dreams, signified here by typically lush music from Franco Godi and colour, but monochrome life gets you in the end. And what are these boxes? Variously, school, home, factory, university, church and, finally that little plot of earth we call heaven where glorious colour reigns. With Guido Manuli as animator, the genius, and it is that, of Bruno is an ability to encapsulate big ideas in a humorous and deftly economical style, without at any stage becoming too pompous. A little guy pops his head out of a tin can promptly squashed flat by a big boot. After the credits watch the sun come up, a switch of perspective and it is the heavily laden stomach of our soon to be hero's mum, dad being a little guy who staggers under the weight of his much larger wife. After the birth of baby son, mother and child are whisked about like hot air balloons. Fatherhood is magic, at least in those first few rapturous moments. A few years down the track and our boy is laden down with the weight of school books, a pause to appreciate the wonders of life and mum is screaming at him and pointing at her watch. Black, white and lots of grey replace the colour. For all the humour one appreciates the point of the cartoon. Bruno's work always makes me feel good and makes me think. But mainly laugh. A genius.