first of all, needs a woman to enlighten him on the concept of beauty in his childhood, nurture him, and he calls her mother.
Then a woman is needed to make him moral, and he calls her his wife.
Then there was the need for a woman to satisfy his lust, and he called her his lover.
In the end, he needs a woman to inspire him, to ignite his creativity, but not to let him get her body and climb her soul. He calls her his muse.
When he gets the sensuality of these various female characters, he is full of thought and fire, a charismatic and talented Machiavellian director.
But at the same time, sensual stimulation is only one aspect, another world where the ideas that define these female roles are in conflict with each other, endlessly trying to occupy the enemy's realm, encompassing the whole of man's life - a quality of all these ideas themselves.
So, the spirit and the material work together to wear down his will, hollow out his body, and
prematurely advance the mental and physical strength of the man, who is less than fifty, has gray temples, is described as withered, his face is ashes, and he is weak - just Like many male insects who die from exhaustion after mating, he lives and dies like a walking corpse.
You are still full of romantic feelings, thinking that you will meet the woman in Fellini's film,
"You are all...You are the first woman of the first day of the creation. You are the mother, the sister, the amante, the friend...the angel, the devil, the earth, the home..."
Come on, that's the vision or not...
Don't think that the ending will be a comedy, don't think that saving your wife is the same as saving everything, the last picture The back is clearly a down-to-earth and mediocre old man.
This is a modern world full of modernity.
This is the "nine" and cannot be more complete.
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