Word: fellini
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...ravaged 1940's Tuscany with one on jazz-happy 1950's Rome. But I'm delighted that Minghella is so insistent upon bringing us Italy in ravishing color. A spoonful of Italian sugar makes the thriller go down so easy that one wonders whether the ghost of Federico Fellini wasn't smiling on this one. Why not? Thomas Ripley isn't really all that different from Fellini's heroines: like, say, Giulietta Masina in Nights of Cabiria. They are just two lost idealists looking up at the beautiful world they can't quite enter themselves. But while Masina laughs, Ripley...
Walking into the 13-year-old movie studio--crammed into a nondescript office complex outside San Francisco--is like entering a Fellini film, with wacky characters and even wackier settings: circus-striped umbrellas, fake mustache collections, kitschy dolls, TV memorabilia...
...failed leading lady (Christine Baranski), boldly living out her frustrated dreams of Method acting in all the wrong places; and a production crew composed of illegal aliens who start out not knowing one end of the camera from the other and end up in learned discussions of how Fellini or Orson Welles might have shot the scene...
...restaurants," he says, "so why not in hotels?" Film critic Richard Corliss, who says he loves Las Vegas for its "concentration of kitsch," attended the opening-night performance of the new Cirque de Soleil underwater spectacular, O. He describes the show as "a mixture of Samuel Beckett, Fellini and Busby Berkeley." West Coast bureau chief Cathy Booth and Denver chief Richard Woodbury approached the story from a business perspective, examining the city's need to attract new visitors. "Every couple of years, Vegas has to come up with something new to remain profitable," Booth says. "Now they're going after...
...Diane Keaton) to see a film. Behind the couple is an obnoxious pseudo-intellectual (who we later find out is a professor at Columbia) mindlessly nattering on and on about every topic imaginable. The professor's knowledge knows no bounds: we are subjected first to criticism of Federico Fellini's oeuvre, then to a savage diatribe against Samuel Beckett. Names are dropped with impunity, including that of media theorist Marshall McLuhan...