Today, if you want an introÂducÂtion to a filmÂmakÂer like FedÂeriÂco FelliÂni, you’ll most likeÂly just look him up on Wikipedia. In 1969, you wouldÂn’t have had quite so conÂveÂnient an option, though were you an NBC-watchÂing AmerÂiÂcan, you might have caught a broadÂcast of FelliÂni: A DirecÂtor’s NoteÂbook. DirectÂed by FelliÂni himÂself at the behest of NBC proÂducÂer Peter GoldÂfarb, the fifty-minute docÂuÂmenÂtary (now added to our colÂlecÂtion of 500 Free Movies Online) folÂlows the ItalÂian auteur as he periÂpatetÂiÂcalÂly seeks out inspiÂraÂtion for his curÂrent and future projects. Among these, we hear about SatyriÂcon, one of his immorÂtal works, and about The VoyÂage of G. MasÂtoma, which stalled before it even reached morÂtalÂiÂty. ConÂsortÂing with hipÂpies in a field, takÂing a spirÂit mediÂum down into the “catÂaÂcombs” of the Rome Metro, dropÂping in on favorite actor/counterpart MarÂcelÂlo MasÂtroianÂni, and receivÂing a stream of visÂitÂing eccentrics in his office, FelliÂni narÂrates his own thoughts about his direcÂtoÂrÂiÂal process. It seems to come down to searchÂing for the right atmosÂpheres — the obscure, the forÂeign, the desÂperÂate, the bizarre — and takÂing them in.
FelliÂni: A DirecÂtor’s NoteÂbook proÂvides what FelliÂni called a “semiÂhuÂmorÂous introÂducÂtion” to the direcÂtor, his work, and the enviÂronÂment of frownÂing absurÂdism that seemed to encirÂcle him wherÂevÂer he went. But with its freÂquent lanÂguage-shiftÂing, its often dark and vagueÂly trouÂbling imagery, its air of simulÂtaÂneÂous asexÂuÂalÂiÂty and indisÂcrimÂiÂnate louchÂness, and its obviÂousÂly delibÂerÂate craft, the film would seem to fall into the terÂriÂtoÂry between forms. But if it feels too elabÂoÂrate, artiÂfiÂcial, and studÂded with half-glimpsed grotesques to count as a straightÂforÂward porÂtrait of an artist, Fellini’s films set themÂselves apart to this day with their thorÂough posÂsesÂsion of those same qualÂiÂties. CulÂturÂal hisÂtoÂry has not recordÂed in much detail how the averÂage AmerÂiÂcan home viewÂer of 1969 hanÂdled this plunge into the visÂcous essence of FelliÂni. But I’ll bet every sinÂgle one who enjoyed it immeÂdiÂateÂly marked their calÂenÂdars, if surÂrepÂtiÂtiousÂly, to go check out the man’s interÂpreÂtaÂtion of PetroÂnÂius.
RelatÂed conÂtent:
Fellini’s FanÂtasÂtic TV ComÂmerÂcials
FelliÂni + Abrams = Super 8½
ColÂin MarÂshall hosts and proÂduces NoteÂbook on Cities and CulÂture. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall.
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