Well that was funny.
I just saw my first Fellini film in its entirety - 8 1/2. He has always been on my list, but never really topped it. And I really liked it. Beautiful, vivid, a little wild. Definitely need to watch more Fellini.
It was after class, walking down the stairs of Lindley that I almost got into trouble. I couldn't help but fervently agree that this film was self-indulgent. And suddenly I was in a one-on-one conversation with a PhD student about Italian cinema. Something about "progenitor of neo-realism"... What?! I faked my way through, but realised that while I wasn't intimately familiar with the whole oeuvre, I did still have an opinion. Using Nine, the musical adaptation, I riffed. Borrowed the Cheese Fiend's theory on navel gazing.
It was like being tossed into the deep end of the water. But rather than treading water, I just let myself fall and have a tea party beneath. Complete with the garbled sound and silly images.
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