What is memorable about this plotless and apparently structureless movie is the motion and the chaos: an overcrowded flat, a modern (well, 1972) street in a downpour, dinners on the street, both modern and old, whore houses and burlesque halls, hippie gatherings, and bikers riding through antiquities. Too much to take in all at once. It takes place mainly in 1940s Rome and the Rome of the early seventies. The imagery is stunning. Who needs plot? For my wife and I, though, who are planning a trip to Italy and are content with a pretty quiet life, it was all a little scary.
-- J
Addendum: And why is it that almost exclusively in Italian films there is inevitably a coming of age sequence in a whorehouse? Are (or were) whorehouses so much a part of the culture of Italy? Or, was it just part of the language of Italian film like American movies and chase scenes?
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