This has been a welcome opportunity to catch up on some late Fellini I hadn't seen before (I liked
Juliet of the Spirits and
Roma very much,
Amarcord not so much) and re-visit
La Dolce Vita and
8 1/2. However, despite also re-watching
Satyricon (and starting to think it's one of Fellini's best films) I’m struggling to think of a coherent response to the above posts. Here are some thoughts, anyway...
Gregory wrote:Many viewers seemed to see similar things in La Dolce Vita, claiming that it was an endorsement of debauchery and even that this was Fellini's own milieu or lifestyle (it wasn't). I just don't see it.
I'd certainly worry about someone who came away from
La Dolce Vita thinking that its title wasn't overtly ironic. However, I'm not sure that it is 'debauchery' as such that is being critiqued there, but rather a way of life that is defined by artifice and pretence, a culture in which people have lost touch with their deepest, most profound impulses, or with what Fellini sometimes figures as ‘the spiritual’, or ‘spirits’. The film is most scathing when it comes to the paparazzi, who seem to embody these problems. The bacchic revelries themselves seem to me quite ambiguous in tone. Even the final sequence suggests that such orgies offer some kind of revelation, even if the truth revealed is an ugly one.
In any case, what we get in
Satyricon is quite different, and I do think the overall tone here is more celebratory and less moralising. Looking at Fellini's own comments on the film in the MoC booklet, it seems that he was torn between three different perspectives: first, he is attracted to the source material because he sees in it a way to satirise modern life, which supports your reading Gregory; second, he wants to portray and explore this lost, alien lifestyle in an uncompromising but non-judgmental way; and third, it seems pretty clear from his tone that he is also quite enchanted and seduced by these transgressive adventures.
For me, these last two perspectives are the ones that tend to dominate in the film. As a rule, it refuses to take a moral stance of any kind. I read the interview where he discusses the parallel between Trimalchio's feast and the provincial eating contest, but his tone doesn't seem especially judgmental - more fascinated, really. And notice that even Encolpio is amused when Trimalchio sends Eumolpo off to be tortured; the more 'innocent' characters in this film, the young men whose beauty, tenderness and sensuality are clearly being celebrated much of the time, are also capable of cruel and abusive behaviour. But unlike in, say,
La Strada,
Nights of Cabiria or
La Dolce Vita, the cruelty and thoughtlessness on display never seem that consequential. That is, I’m not sure I agree that Trimalchio comes across as ‘deeply horrible’, especially since the film does not draw clear moral distinctions between him and the other characters.
Roscoe wrote:Is Fellini celebrating Vernacchio having slave's hand severed for the good of the show, or the collection of needy mutilated people congregated at the albino demi-god's temple?
I can’t see how he’s ‘celebrating’ the latter, especially since some of them are clearly bloated rich people; one of the mutilated figures is a ‘hero’ who has lost his limbs in battle, but nothing in this film implies that it has any great respect for such military endeavours. This crowd of people come across as gullible, deluded, occasionally mad; the albino hermaphrodite is clearly being exploited by the two old men; and what are we supposed to think of Encolpio and Ascilto murdering them and then kidnapping the demi-god? I just don’t see the clear opposition you seem to be pointing to here.
The chopping off of the slave's hand is a fascinating moment. It's horrifying, of course, and yet the slave himself seems almost to be grinning with pleasure (mixed with pain) after losing his hand, as he's dragged around the stage and forced to participate in this theatrical 'miracle'. Much like the marriage ceremony on Lichas' ship, or Encolpio's battle with the Minotaur, the scene has a dream-like quality that makes it hard to see it as a serious critique of anything. There is something of Fellini's unashamed love of tawdry vaudeville acts in these lurid fantasies. The world of Petronius' text is distant from the modern world in the same way that dreams are distant from reality, and the abrupt ending is both a lament for the loss of the past (cf. the disintegrating underground frescoes in
Roma) and a rueful awakening into the realities of life, a recognition that these characters and their adventures have all been mere representations – and fragmentary ones at that – painted on a wall by a fantasist. By the same token, though, I think the fantasy is to be enjoyed, in a kind of innocent, guilt-free, amoral (or non-moral?) way, while we're immersed in it. The whole thing is astonishingly beautiful. It must be fantastic on a big screen.