I’ve been singing Carpenters songs today. Unironically. Not just humming, but tossing my imaginary brunette locks from side to side as I sit on top of the world looking down on creation. Last night Teddy Bear and I saw I Vitelloni, which was a bit of a disappointment, but interesting to see themes and characters that Fellini would later develop more fully and imaginatively. Character development and plot were subdued to the point that when Fausto eventually does get the beating that he’s been asking for, we’re just not interested. And he should have gotten the shit kicked out of him anyway instead of that namby pamby spanking. I felt stuck between wanting more harsh neo-realism or, well, Fellini.
Tales of Post-Twinkie Ennui