What may have passed for great art in the narcissistic seventies must today be seen for crude, overbaked claptrap by a once-great cinematist who was just treading water by 1973.I took this dvd out because some reviewers somewhere wrote that it was better than "La Dolce Vita". It is far worse, in truth, despite being in color while only black and white film was available in 1950's Italy.I also listened to the "learned" commentary on the Critereon Collection dvd, trying to derive some meaning from the disjointed and often offensive scenes I was viewing (movie is obsessed with backsides and flatulence). Whatever those guys were seeing, it was in their own minds, not on the screen. I suspect they had no more idea than I what Fellini was trying to say with this mess, but to admit it would never do for professors of film studies. So they pontificated about feminism and the role of women for two hours--topics in which Fellini was not at all interested!