“Federico Fellini manages to accomplish with film what mostly abstract painters do – namely, to communicate emotion without ever saying or showing anything in a direct manner, without ever explaining anything, just by a sort of sheer magic.”
—David Lynch

A yellow journalist (Marcello Mastroianni) makes his way among the beautiful people of Rome in search of scraps of gossip he can use in his column. As he makes his way among the decadent society, we see a cross-section of cultural attitudes during this heady post-war recovery. An absolutely gorgeous phantasmagoria of life, love, and existential nausea. One of Fellini’s greatest.