![]() (I find the chaotic Biondi family, who are at the center of the plot, irritating.) “I am a humanist!” Fellini is announcing-but his self-importance, perhaps even solipsism, is incompatible with humanism. We meet a host of characters-and characters they are but all these colors of humanity seem forced, artificial. He gives us a guide, who in Our Town-fashion addresses us directly (and who at one point too comically shrugs), bridging the chasm of time. (The opening shows a white sheet flapping on a laundry line amidst dandelion puffballs carried by the spring wind-an achingly lovely shot.) In the main, however, this film is hollow, phony, tedious.Ībetted, as usual, by Nino Rota’s music, Fellini brings a circus or carnival atmosphere to 1930s Rimini. In I Remember, Federico Fellini conjures the coastal town of his childhood, Rimini, infusing it at times with poetic grandeur befitting the immensity of his nostalgia.
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