Fellini's masterpiece is not a meditation on the meaning of life, but rather it shows the lack of meaning in life for those who find themselves adrift in the modern world. The film itself seems to be adrift as we see the world through the eyes of Marcello, a tabloid writer who again and again experiences the night life in Rome among fading aristocrats and B movie- stars. He womanizes, he drinks, and at times expresses some vague ambition and flashes of genuine artistry and humanity. But mostly he floats from one episode to the next, and the viewer floats along with him.
The highly episodic nature of the narrative serves to create a feeling of realism, and indeed it feels real to those who have ever had the experience of treading water in their lives, of waking up every morning without a sense of purpose. As the film travels with Marcello through wild nights that seem to fizzle into dawns it seems to pose a set of existential questions.
Marcello's world is not black and white. His world is neither sacred nor profane, but rather it is mundane. Mundane despite the fact that his life of excess partying and seduction is what many in the modern world seem to crave above all else. Marcello is not a hero, he is the everyman and his is the human condition. He doesn't choose the life he lives, he simply lives. He is in a sense unaware of himself and unaware of the larger world. He is even unaware of what he truly wants and he doesn't know how to feel alive. The crushing final scene shows that he is so unaware that he no longer even recognizes true beauty and innocence when it is right in front of him, beckoning him to wake up.
The highly episodic nature of the narrative serves to create a feeling of realism, and indeed it feels real to those who have ever had the experience of treading water in their lives, of waking up every morning without a sense of purpose. As the film travels with Marcello through wild nights that seem to fizzle into dawns it seems to pose a set of existential questions.
Marcello's world is not black and white. His world is neither sacred nor profane, but rather it is mundane. Mundane despite the fact that his life of excess partying and seduction is what many in the modern world seem to crave above all else. Marcello is not a hero, he is the everyman and his is the human condition. He doesn't choose the life he lives, he simply lives. He is in a sense unaware of himself and unaware of the larger world. He is even unaware of what he truly wants and he doesn't know how to feel alive. The crushing final scene shows that he is so unaware that he no longer even recognizes true beauty and innocence when it is right in front of him, beckoning him to wake up.
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