This will never come back. This uniqueness, this rich vision was the non reproducible Italian brand on cinema. In other regions they were maybe using some refined trick to entangle audience's attention lacking this refined sense for locations and design, but this cinema was also a (multi)sensorial experience because of the aggregation of such elements.
Well, it'll ruin sex for you for at least a day or two, and I suppose that's an accomplishment of sorts. Perhaps Fellini's greatest endurance test, full of turgid, blunt, off-putting set-pieces built around a campy Donald Sutherland who clearly doesn't want to be there. But one star is added for a heartbreakingly perfect ending...something that Fellini almost always pulled off.
A triumph of production design, art direction and costume design; Fellini's take on the Casanova story certainly has his trademark grotesqueness and carnality but is missing focus and purpose in storytelling. Sutherland (badly dubbed) has a real presence throughout and there are many memorable scenes. Film pales in comparison to the Fellini canon but does offer its rewards. The ending however is perfect.