So much for the final work of Fellini. It could have been great, with names as Benigni and Villaggio, not to forget the monuments of Ferretti and Millenotti, but to me it was only a huge letdown.
It is basically a movie about the delusions of a crackpot who speaks "in poetry" to describe what's around him (mostly nonsense or trivial) and the voices he hears. It is not entertaining for the most part, you can only appreciate the creativity in the final, with the rave party and the moon "affair", but all resolves into nothing. The stylistic choice or not having lip-sync contributes to the idea of a cheap movie. Very forgettable, almost painfully boring.
It is basically a movie about the delusions of a crackpot who speaks "in poetry" to describe what's around him (mostly nonsense or trivial) and the voices he hears. It is not entertaining for the most part, you can only appreciate the creativity in the final, with the rave party and the moon "affair", but all resolves into nothing. The stylistic choice or not having lip-sync contributes to the idea of a cheap movie. Very forgettable, almost painfully boring.