Pretty decent film by Bresson. It’s all fairly distant with the idea that you have to project your own emotions onto the characters. Michel the pickpocket, who goes through life stealing and who occasionally philosophizes about morality in an amateur way, which is largely told in a voice-over. The idea was stolen from Dostoevsky, but much less elaborated, and maybe that is the problem, that this would’ve worked better as a novel instead of a film. It’s good but overall too distant and shallow for me.