Nights of Cabiria

I have a terrible admission: up until seeing Nights of Cabiria I have never really appreciated Fellini as much as I should. I suspect the problem has been that I watched some of his later films first, where many people believe he somewhat lost his way. I even found Dolce Vita and 8 ½ a bit (dare I say this) dull, although I am now keen to watch them again in light of my new found enjoyment. Cabiria has opened my eyes. It is a wonderful, touching and simple story. Giulietta Masina is exceptional as the waifish prostitute, Cabiria, who works the Archaeological Passage at night. The night time scenes are incredibly evocative of the unique atmosphere that Rome has at night. Its very hard to describe, but the feeling one gets walking around Rome at night is quite unlike anything to be experienced elsewhere. It has something to do with the grandeur and history of the place combined with a hint of wildness that no doubt comes from the passionate nature of the Italians. Masina channels Chaplin’s little tramp in the role. I know that sounds ridiculous, but, boy it works. It makes Cabiria a truly unique character, equal parts of street smarts and innocence, with an unbreakable lust for life and optimism. The ending seems desperately sad, but somehow we are uplifted by Cabiria’s ability to smile, despite her awful fate and circumstances. A magnificent film, which has renewed my interest in Italian cinema.