No other major auteur from the salad days of the art-film golden age seems as questionable and out-of-sync as Fellini, and City of Women (1980), his autumnal launch at feminism, may have been his bluntest instrument. Or can it be, in 2016, a tribal icon, the ultimate ironic camp-fest for dykes, womyn, Fourth Wavers, and misandrists everywhere? …Newly restored, the film awaits its opportunity at being co-opted by its enemy forces. After this, it’s unlikely to be remembered.
February 16, 2016