8½

★★★★★

“I thought my ideas were so clear. I wanted to make an honest film. No lies whatsoever. I thought I had something so simple to say. Something useful to everybody. A film to help bury forever all the dead things we carry around inside. Instead, it's me who lacks the courage to bury anything at all. Now I'm utterly confused, with this tower on my hands. I wonder why things turned out this way. Where did I lose my way? I really have nothing to say, but I want to say it anyway.”

what strikes me the most about Fellinis classic is the actual moving images themselves. how dreamy the film is, not only narratively but stylistically. it almost feels like a prelude to what Lynch would expand on in his filmography. one of those rare films that serves as a love letter to the artistic process while also meticulously deconstructing it. fellinis most personal work for sure, which helps emotional connection to the audience. as someone who’s attempted to make films before a lot of this struck a chord with me this time around. a masterpiece. obviously essential.