Fine, so Fellini’s decadence is no longer as decadent as it once was. All the better to notice Marcello Mastroianni’s brilliantly coiled self-loathing—one of the first truly modern performances—playing a glitz columnist who will never write that big novel, or stay faithful to his love or higher ambitions.
|Venue name:||Museum of the Moving Image||Contact:|
36-01 35th Ave
|Cross street:||at 37th St|
|Opening hours:||Wed, Thu 10:30am–5pm; Fri 10:30am–8pm; Sat, Sun 11:30am–7pm|
|Transport:||Subway: M, R to Steinway St; N, Q to 36th Ave|