La Dolce Vita! Like life itself, this masterpiece of Fellini starts and drags on frivolously, then becomes bearable as we learn its ways, then enchants us as its richness of details builds up, then makes us sad when it ends. When it ends, we are full of fond memories about Marcello’s glamorous yet wretched life, and our mind dwells upon details to which we did not pay attentions enough. We want to replay The Sweet Life, and live again in those empty and decadent evenings and dawns.

What add sweetness to life: Was it the Jesus Christ statue carried by helicopter, large breasts of a woman, echo chamber in a decaying palace, the sight of a sea monster after a night of orgy, or a familiar girl waving to you on the beach at dawn?

Posted on November 1st, 2005  | RSS 2.0 |