(1963)
This is all kinds of weird, dude, but it's beautiful, too. As the man says, sometimes you just have to let art wash over you.
Marcello Mastroianni plays a version of
Federico Fellini, struggling to put together a film from bits and pieces of his past and present. But that's like saying
Moby-Dick is about a guy chasing a whale. As always, everything boils
surreally down to sex, music (mind-blowing
bricolage of a score by
Nino Rota), and Catholicism.
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