'Fellini: I'm a Born
Liar'
La dolce vita
DOCUMENTARIES ON FILMMAKERS tend to stick to a well-trod path:
unearth the cracked, yellowing photos or grainy home-movie footage of
the director as child, insert scholarly interviews of admirers waxing
nostalgic, heap on the gravitas voice-overs and paint-by-numbers narration.
What's most interesting about Scottish filmmaker Damian Pettigrew's
new documentary on the late, great maestro Federico Fellini is how it
manages to stick to the vérité-tribute template and simultaneously
succeed in flipping the old workhorse script. The subject's formative
years are only obliquely referenced as a camera glides through Fellini's
hometown of Remini, Italy, no omniscient tenor-voiced tour guide explains
his career peaks and valleys, and even as plentiful talking-head
footage pops up between the film clips, the lack of identification intertitles
during interviews provides little academic reference (most viewers will
recognize Donald Sutherland and Terence Stamp, who does a wicked impersonation
of Fellini directing him with "you've been up all night drinking
whiskey, doing cocaine, and fucking"; the other interview subjects
come off as anonymous faces minus their famous names). Yet the film's
diarylike montage of the master at work, first-person testaments to
his legendary narcissism that are both deifying and damning, and the
Fellini-on-Fellini confessional Pettigrew filmed three months before
the filmmaker's death couldn't toe the tributary line more. Assuming
you already know the basics of the man and the myth, Fellini: I'm
a Born Liar's stream-of-conscious journey is full of personal delights
that will have fans dripping puddles of drool onto the theater floor
what Fellini-phile wouldn't want to see him barking orders at
wife-actress-cherub Giulietta Masina or his on-screen alter-ego, Marcello
Mastroianni? I'd be a liar if I said this was a great introduction to
one of the most significant "seventh art"-ists of the last
50 years. For devotees who need no primer, however, this intimate peek
behind the curtain is priceless. (David Fear)