I Vitelloni, 1953
One of Fellini’s best, and there are a lot of them. I Vitelloni is a more realistic and sober Amarcord in black and white.
This town is blind to art. It’s so hard, being perpetually misunderstood. My friends don’t even understand me. They only care about material things. They live their sordid lives, thinking of women and money. I feel so alone. And the winter is awful. It’s endless in this town. I’m so full of sadness and anguish. At midnight the town goes dark. How can an artist feed his demons? How can he live in this silence?
