8½

I thought my ideas were so clear. I wanted to make an honest film. No lies whatsoever. I thought I had something so simple to say. Something useful to everybody. A film to help bury forever all the dead things we carry around inside. Instead, it's me who lacks the courage to bury anything at all. Now I'm utterly confused, with this tower on my hands. I wonder why things turned out this way. Where did I lose my way? I really have nothing to say, but I want to say it anyway. Why don't those spirits of yours come to my aid? You always said they had lots of messages for me. Let them get to work. (The black and white, the lostness in a man trying to find himself once again, the word play at such a high level, the cinematography, the sound track and audio screaming 60s will allowing you to get a grasp of the time, the intro scene was fucking nice was not expecting that, this was all around fucking beautiful confusion, i highly recommend watching in best quality possible as it was restored to 4K.)