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La Dolce Vita (1960)

La Dolce Vita
Directed by Federico Fellini
Written by Federico Fellini, Ennio Flaiano, Tullio Pinelli, and Brunello Rondi
1960/Italy/France
Riama Film/Cinecitta/Pathe Consortium Cinema/Gray-Film
Repeat viewing/Netflix rental
One of 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die

[box] Transvestite: By 1965 there’ll be total depravity. How squalid everything will be.[/box]

Life is bittersweet in this episodic tale about a man who cannot seem to find anything to hold onto in a world adrift.

Marcello Rubino (Marcello Mastroianni) is a tabloid journalist who works hand and glove with a pack of photographers (who would become known as paparazzi as a result of this film).  He spends much of his time collecting tidbits of gossip on Rome’s Via Veneto.  Marcello is also constantly up for a good time and collects a number of women from the same location.

The film follows a week in Marcello’s life as each wild night leads to a disillusioning dawn. Included in the episodes are his troubles with his clinging live-in-girlfriend, his encounter with a Swedish sex symbol (Anita Ekberg), a tentative relationship with an heiress (Anouk Aimee), an erzatz miracle, an intellectual salon, and an orgy.  All leave Marcello more depressed and less open to an authentic life than previously.

I don’t know what this says about me but I seem to have the same sense of humor as Fellini.  From the brilliant opening in which the Christ statue is borne by helicopter to the Vatican to the wistful ending, I am awestruck by the images and smiling throughout.  It’s the first of Fellini’s freak shows but I happen to find all the freaks amusing and rather endearing.  The film is more than just freaks, however.  Marcello, brilliantly portrayed by Mastroianni, is Everyman and we identify with his longing for something better and his desperation.  When you think of the scale of the production, it was quite an achievement.  The Nino Rota score is iconic.  Highly recommended.

La Dolce Vita won the Academy Award for Best Costume Design, Black-and-White.  It was nominated in the categories of Best Director; Best Writing, Story and Screenplay – Written Directly for the Screen; and Best Art Direction-Set Decoration, Black-and-White.

From the Terrace (1960)

From the Terrace
Directed by Mark Robson
Written by Ernest Lehman from a novel by John O’Hara
1960/USA
Linebrook
First viewing/Netflix rental

[box] Mary St. John: Yes. She has something I haven’t got – niceness. But then I have something she hasn’t got.

Alfred Eaton: Me?

Mary St. John: No. Honesty and guts. She has no guts.[/box]

The valiant efforts of a talented cast cannot save the turgid dialogue of this potboiler.

David Alfred Eaton (Paul Newman) comes home from WWII to find his mother (Myrna Loy) a hopeless alcoholic who is also under the grip of a blackmailer.  Alfred is a misunderstood youth having disappointed his father (Leon Ames) by surviving his beloved brother, who died at an early age of spinal meningitis.

Dad wants young Alfred to work his way up the ropes at the family mill but Alfred wants none of it.  He founds an airplane manufacturing venture with some friends.  Unfortunately, Alfred gets interested in Mary St. John (Joanne Woodward), the naughty daughter of a tycoon.  The tycoon opposes the marriage until Alfred’s father has a heart attack.  After that he is all in favor.  For some reason the highly sexed Mary and Alfred never really make the marriage work.

After rescuing his drowning grandson, Alfred gets a job offer from a Wall Street wheeler dealer.  He becomes a complete workaholic like his father, leaving Mary alone for weeks and months at a time while he travels on business.  She retaliates in the predictable ways. Can the love of good girl Natalie rekindle David’s passion for life?

The first thing you have to get past is that Paul Newman’s character could possibly prefer ultra-bland non-actress Ina Balin as Natalie to Joanne Woodward.  Worse, though, are the stilted dialogue and cliched plot points.  If you have to choose one John O’Hara saga for 1960, I would go for Butterfield 8.  Or if you are not a melodrama fan, you could give them both a miss.

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