This film is the collection of all the films before Fellini and the source of all the films after him, and it tells the creative crisis and life crisis of a film director through a metaphorical "story". Flashbacks, fantasies, and babble are interspersed in the film, and the characters' inner states are directly presented on the screen. Memories, hallucinations, imaginations, and dreams are intertwined with fragments of reality. The main line is actually quite clear. Too many bits and pieces depend on one's perception. From being dazed to finding Bei, the direct feeling is a process from sleeping pills to stimulants. A wonderful opening. Most people dream, and only he can photograph those fleeting things. There's always a hellish heavenly feel to the glowing black and white. Life is a never-ending circus, and time beats you with its whip. The pinnacle of being a fan of movies is that Master Chou Ying must have a big heart to withstand the overdraft of the creative force. This is a blood letter written by Fellini to the movie. The burden of the past reputation is the coercion of the producer and the playwright and the complexity of the role. The noise of personal social media makes it difficult for the bright-looking director to move an inch in creation, and the long-term filming experience makes him completely lost in reality.
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