I watched Fellini’s 1965 film again. Its surface is impenetrable, I find, not only because of the imperturbable smile of its eponymous star (the director's wife - again) and the idiotic music. Its extravagant hyperbole make me want to invent some such grandiose label as The End of Modernism. Which is another way of saying I don’t like it much.
Visions, memories, and mysticism all help a 40-something woman to find the strength to leave her cheating husband.
Giulietta degli spiriti (Federico Fellini, 1965) aka Juliet of the Spirits
Garry Gillard | reviews | New: 18 March, 2017 | Now: 18 March, 2017