We just finished watching Felini's La Dolce Vita (got too late last to finish it). Fabulous movie. I can see why Felini is so admired. A discussion with Alexander Payne (another director, I believe, in the DVD "Introduction") compares Felini to modern novelists. He said modern but I wonder if he meant post modern. I'm not well versed, really not versed at all, in 20th century literature, so I don't know who I would compare him to. Felini has an awareness of the isolation, alienation, disconnection that is missing in movies such as Dangerous Liaisons, where the characters are just as isolated but the director seems unaware of it. After we finished watching La Dolce Vita I felt like there was something poked around, stirred around, inside me but I can't quite say what it is. Marcello watching, endlessly conquesting; Paparazzo with his camera throughout, observing without caring; the sting ray at the end blindly looking ... Maybe profundity can't be put into words. Not by me anyway. I'm sure if I'd enjoy his more circus-y later movies but I don't know.