Should have been titled "Portrait Of The Artist As An Aging Butthole" since the first forty minutes or so is pretty much given over to the Great Man moaning, yelling, bellyaching, mistreating animals on the set, throwing objects at his actors while criticizing their bad Italian accents and calling them "faggot". Toward the end director Gideon Bachman, perhaps aware that he has created a somewhat unlovable monster, has a bunch of Fellini's players compliment him but it all seems half hearted, at best. And, as previous reviewer boblipton has stated, any perceptions about film making are purely accidental. C minus.
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