Fellini’s Amarcord
It’s a town rife with energy and excitement. A new era of greatness was about to unfold and they were going to be a part of it. Moussolini was in charge, and Gary Cooper was all the onscreen rage. But the real deal is the town and its people.
The town reads like a whos who of Chaucerian characters. There’s a the town whore, the priest obsessed with stamping out masterbation, the schoolboys smoking in the bathroom, talking about sex, the loving matriarch, the mad relative refuses to get down from a tree, screaming that he needs a woman.
All of the lives are deeply intertwined and no one is immune to scrutiny, obsession, or ridicule. During one night of celebration, a group of boys are openly oogling an older lady- in public. There is also room for sentiment. In a particularly touching funeral scene, a group of boy orphans follow the casket of a dead housewife during the procession.
But mostly, it’s chaotic, funny, and beautiful.
Fellini leaves no stone unturned in this movie and even gives us joyous ending, not just a happy one.