La Dolce Vita

Ooh la la! An attempt at doing a commentary on a film I've never seen before. I watch this Fellini classic for the very first time, recording my amusement, confusion, frustration, and eventual disappointment. If you already know and love the film, laugh at my provincial attitude. If you hate it, laugh with me while I try desperately to enjoy it. I mention how the word paparazzi comes from the character of Paparazzo. I consider how much I like Marcello Mastroianni in principle. I mock how ridiculous "Casanova Xavier" is as a name for an American rock-and-roller. I misidentify Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D Minor" as "...G Minor" (but what are a few letters between friends?) I'm moved by the tragedy that develops, but ultimately feel that it is squandered, which may have been Fellini's point, for all I know.