Directed by: Federico Fellini. “Marcelloooooo!” My Italian new wave is embarrassingly minimal, so I thought this would be as good a place to start as any. I’ve got a bit of the background with some DeSica—Bicycle Thieves and Terminal Station—but I know enough to know that when you start messing around with Fellini and Rosselini and co, we’re looking at the difference between, say, Bresson/Renoir and Godard/Truffaut. But honestly, I’ve never really seen anything like this film—the closest thing is probably Slacker, actually, in its drifting, aimless, symphony-of-a-city vibe. I think I generally enjoyed this film, once I got the vibe of it, the pace, once I dropped expectations and realized that this is a dream movie whose subtext is very specific to Italy in the late 50’s/early 60’s, like the way you accept all the Biblical/Greek mythology subtext you’re missing when you read Joyce (and for that matter, I’m sure a lot of Biblical and ancient mythology knowledge would help enrich this movie, too). Although, honestly, it got hard to keep track of all the characters that kept recurring—one elegant, dark-haired, Italian socialite in a black dress starts to look the same as the next after awhile. (Sorry!) But that dream-scape quality is something that really agreed with me, and this movie keeps lingering in my subconscious months later, which is always a good sign. Overall, a welcome introduction to this little world.