I once belonged to a film club that had its screenings in a redundant Methodist chapel. Stone walls, stone floor, no heating. Imagine watching Duck Soup on a winter's night with a travel rug wrapped round your shaking knees and your breath smoking on the frozen air- look at Groucho up there, lucky bugger, he's in evening dress and he's warm!
For years the only Fellini that came my way was Juliet of the Spirits. I had seen it twice before I finally managed to catch up with 8 1/2 and La Strada. Then it went off the radar. The BBC shows La Dolce Vita at regular intervals and never Juliet.
The critical concensus is that it represents a step down from 8 1/2. I don't think so. I like it better. It's subtler. With 8 1/2 you can talk about "fantasy sequences" because it's reasonably clear where we slip from the "real" world into the "imagined" world. With Juliet you can't spot the joins. The needlework is finer.
Fellini was moving towards a cinema of total subjectivity. Juliet is the final step. There's a cast of hundreds, but only one character. (Witty, delightful Giulietta Masina, the queen of pathos- the female Chaplin.) Everything that happens, happens inside her head. This is it, the thing is done. Ite, missa est. There's a sense in which everything Fellini did afterwards (no matter how big the budget) was just footnotes.
Finally it's out on DVD. Digitally remastered. The copies I saw in stuffy lecture rooms and frozen chapels were degraded and bled-out. Suddenly I'm seeing the colours Fellini wanted me to see and they're gorgeous.
I love this film.
It's come back to me.