8½ (1963)
Reflections of an artisté creative block.
Presentation:
For the creatives, Fellini creates an iconic autobiographical memoir with dream sequences, theatrical Italian flair and meta filmmaking about the struggles of a renown director and the expectations he faces despite his creative blocks. The film is mostly recognized for its surrealist theatrics, which for 1963 probably felt like what Sinners accomplished in 2025. I can’t imagine what that opening dream sequence felt like in 1963, but the imaginative metaphysics don’t reach the same heights after. It’s flamboyant and has a similar panache as his other films that involve isolation within a life of partying. There are many comparisons that can be made with other films like Citizen Kane or The Menu as this is quite a thematically broad film. Normally meta concepts about films within films about the filmmaking process are a little too in-the-know, but this feels more accessible than you’d think. You’ll likely go into this for its presentation but stay for its philosophical social commentary. The theatrics were boisterous, but I think this is forgivable as it is integral to his style.
Conclusion:
This is one of those films a cinephile will feel compelled to watch for its status and historical relevance but casual viewers may find pretentious, long or self-indulgent. It’s egotistical and borderline narcissistic as it delves into Fellini self-important creative blocks and struggles to deal with reputation and critique. But because he explicitly addresses all the potential judgements we may have for him in the film, he covers his bases and does so quite honestly that I found him endearing in the end. This self-referential, self-aware meta commentary is quite innovative for its time and thus feels like a conversation many creators have in their mind today. As a result, the reflective and personal dairy entry speaks to us directly. I’m not sure if it Fellini comes across as sympathetic to everyone and I also think this film’s greatness is overrated. Fellini doesn’t really make us care or connect with his life on screen, but the themes definitely spoke to me. The perpetual question and pressures of, “Am I good enough?” speaks volumes to insecure artists having self-doubt. Forget the visual flair, it’s the commentary that makes 8½ a timeless classic.
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Reflections of an artisté creative block.