I expected this to be much more ‘enchanting,’ and was disappointed. None of the dream imagery seemed genuine, it seemed forced and unnatural, like what a very boring, unimaginative person would come up with if forced to think of something “surreal.” Giullietta Masina was hard for me to take in this film because she was so stiff and emotionless (and prudish,) but maybe that was Fellini’s commentary on Stepfordism or something. I did enjoy the trash elements; the grotesque neighbor was without a doubt the most interesting character—but not enough to compensate for the whole film, which I had to force myself to finish.