Marty is one of cinema's most famous nice guy losers -- and he's possibly the winningest one at the Oscars. Originally an hour-long TV movie, Marty was reimagined by writer Paddy Chayefsky as a feature film about his hero, a butcher (Ernest Borgnine) who still lives with his mother and can't find a woman to save his life. Eventually he finally finds a nice girl (Betsy Blair), but getting around society and the all-seeing eye of ma (Esther Minciotti) isn't so easy. Tragicomic and simple, Marty's celebrated status is rightly earned, but it may be a bit to naive and simplistic for today's hard-bitten audiences.
One of many duds from Michelangelo Antonioni, this time a two hour affair with a laborer who gets dumped by his married girlfriend after her husband dies, then takes off on an inexplicable road trip to find himself. Which he never does. In typical Neorealist fashion, Steve Cochran's Aldo bumbles from bad to worse, eventually croaking after two full hours of misery. Not much artistry is exhibited along the way; other Italian films from the 1950s have told this story ("Life sucks.") with more aplomb.