Federico Fellini’s 1963 classic 8½ quietly lulls you into its arms while you’re busy thinking about other things. Once you reach the 2 hour mark, you find yourself rapturously attached to its flawed characters and it’s fantasy, reality and memory mash ups. It’s not what one would call a fast mover, but the slow and subtle ride is exquisitely crafted and the end result is a movie that is consistently ranked as one of the top films ever made by people who don’t shy away from long, subtitled, black and white films with very loosely defined plots. You know, people like me and you.
8½ strikes a chord with us creative types, as it follows the story of an Italian director and his blatant struggles with the creative process as he attempts to work on his latest film. To cope with the pressure of having to consistently produce work that is both personally fulfilling and holds up to intense public scrutiny, he escapes the present through a series of beautiful childhood flashbacks and dream sequences that in turn meld with his reality. Hmmmm, sounds good right about now. Especially if I get to wear some of those famous Fellini style glasses. –amy m.