At the beginning I found it tried a bit too hard, with it's ostentatious homages to Fellini. But I found it quite unique. The soundtrack was great, the photography gorgeous, and the dialogue fantastic in conveying depth, sorrow and the subtle desperation of assholes. Definitely a favourite.
A spiritual successor to 'La Dolce Vita' that satires sentimentalists, contemporary art and contemporary Rome. However, 'The Great Beauty' is more of a religious film than anything else. Although at times, the film feels long, drags, Sorrentino never ceased to continually spellbind with me with the film's divine cinematography and with Jeb's worn-tailored-dog schoolboy charm. Hilariously charming throughout.
what if fellini were a second rate director and pseudo intellectual misogynist in the year 2013? like asking what if chopin were skrillex, the comparison ceases to mean anything because he'd consequently be a different person entirely, and not a very interesting one
Everything here works like a big propaganda, seems like you're looking to a vodka, perfume, watch or a sport car ad. Of course that's on purpose, and it works very well, with a dreamy kind of feel. The big question is, the film itself absorbs that entirely, but can't get out of it too, like a circle. Should we really need this?