EmperorIng wrote:People often credit La Dolce Vita as the best Fellini. Don't get me wrong; I think it's an incredible film and a masterpiece (and with one of the most haunting closing shots in film, imo). However, Otto e Mezzo felt far more watchable, with more humor and charm.
Something about how utterly pathetic Mastroianni's character is just strikes me as hilarious: how the women in his life walk all over him, so he has constant fantasies about how he controls their lives and dominates over them sexually. How he is constantly badgered by his producers so he fantasizes about them getting a nice rope around their neck. How he thinks he is some worthwhile filmmaker when he's making some stupid sci-fi schlock. He is the ultimate loser but that is what gives the film its tenderness. His constant flashbacks and daydreams being a way of how he escapes his miserable life and how we see just how he became (or how he thinks he became) to be such a messed-up person.
Don't forget the critic and the magician, which are two other sides of the Mastroianni character (which ultimately is Fellini himself), the critic representing his rational and intellectual side and the magician representing his side as "artist"
qua trickster,
qua fraud (notice how Mastroianni greets the magician as an old friend but finds the critic insufferable).
Otto e Mezzo is basically the only film i can think of that is akin to
a Bachian fugue (though in terms of "type" of genius i would classify Fellini as being closer to Beethoven). The various voices are part of
a very intricate polyphonic discourse between what are literally independent and contrasting point of views. And this discourse is constantly moving, there's nothing static or "dry" about it.
EmperorIng wrote:
So humor is mixed poignantly with pensive or somber moments; this is why I prefer it over the more slow-paced and apathetic mood of La Dolce Vita.
I think this is also present in Fellini's other masterpiece, Amarcord. My professor in college who turned me on to Fellini maintains that Amarcord is his greatest film, and I think it's one of his best. But for me its Otto e Mezzo all the way (with Amarcord in second place as of this post: I haven't watched the early stuff like Cabiria or La Strada).
Personally, i'm only somewhat partial to anything Fellini did after
Otto e Mezzo. All of his early films are great, from
I Vitelloni to
Cabiria (the latter being my favored among his early films,
La Dolce Vita and
Otto e Mezzo being more of
a "middle" or transitional period for him) all the way to lesser known stuff like
Il Bidone. The biggest thing that transpires in those movies is his sense of compassion, as well as an inward sense of beauty and innocence (he referred to this as the "Moon" in his last film) slowly being crushed by harsh existential realities which seem to have rendered him
a cynic by the time he made
La Dolce Vita (the young girl beckoning to Mastroianni at the end of the film and him failing to heed her calls is very significant). After that, he became more of an "intellectual" which in my opinion was
a detriment to his art. I never found all that Jungian and neo-realistic stuff to be really interesting. And in some cases i found it to be rather abhorrent. Sometimes the old Fellini makes an appearance which often can redeem
a film. In
Satyricon for instance we find instances of real beauty being contrasted with the general ugliness and debauchery of the movie. During the scene where Trimalchio's wife is seen writhing around in some grotesque parody of
a dance, the camera pans out to show us
a traditional Roman beauty,
a reminder of what was lost. We also see the same with the Roman family committing suicide (this time it was beauty of character), and then Encolpius, reminding us that while poetry may die, the things that have inspired poetry (the seasons, the wind, the sun, and ultimately man himself, that is, everything that is beautiful and true) will live on even after he is gone.
In most other cases however this moments of the old beauty of soul that was characteristic of Fellini are too sporadic and brief to save
a film. In
Il Casanova, there's
a very beautiful scene where the Casanova is carrying his drunken mother in his back, and in
a fit of nostalgia for more innocent times, he reverts from his pretentious and "erudite" Italian to his old Venetian dialect. But aside for this the movie is essentially worthless.
A work of genius, but worthless. As is
Giulietta con gli spiriti,
a film whose "message" i consider to be downright satanic (it is ok to "sin" as long as one sins cheerfully and without care. The true essence of the Freudian conception of "liberation").
All in all, i consider Fellini to have been
a good soul corrupted by modernism, like
a beautiful gem being covered in mud, the original brilliance only being able to shine sporadically, in whatever "clean" spot has remained in him through out the years.