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Knocking on Modernity's Door
Fellini's I Vitelloni
Five men walk arm-in-arm through a sleepy Adriatic town, their lockstep a gentle echo of Italy's Fascistic past. Such posses are quite common in Italy, where close male friendships, equal parts sensuality and ritual, are second only to the family in importance. I Vitelloni (the best sense of it is "the idlers"), Fellini's third film, includes some of his most subtle filmmaking and most personal material. Loosely structured and oddly narrated, I Vitelloni is like a sketch for both La Dolce Vita and Amarcord. Paradoxically, I Vitelloni is also an insightful and accurate representation of Italy in the immediate postwar period, full of references to the massive social changes underway. Fifty years after its release, I Vitelloni can finally be seen as a seminal film in Italian cinema, one of the first to detail the effects of technology, celebrity, and mobility on Italian life.
Beach towns have an inherent drama, the cyclical arrival and departure of summer people like the rhythms of a theater production. For Fellini, growing up in Rimini (which bears a strong resemblance to the unnamed towns in I Vitelloni and Amarcord), the summer offered the chance to come into contact with urbanites, to hear about fashion, movies, or gossip. Television, Italy's greatest unifier, was only launched in 1954 (the year after I Vitelloni was released), and the country remained largely provincial and surprisingly locally isolated well into the 1960s. (Even the pace of private television set acquisition was slow. It wasn't uncommon in the 1960s to see televisions perched in a low window facing the street, each neighbor on their wooden chair in a semi-circle around the blue light.)
Although
far less overtly dreamlike than Fellini's later work, I Vitelloni
has the feeling of a daydream, of memories strung together. It even
begins with the end of summer, the "vitelloni" introduced in a long,
narrated tracking-shot (clearly the inspiration for a similar scene
in Goodfellas, and much emulated since). The backdrop is the
selection of Miss Siren, a local beauty contest that serves as the official
finale of the season.
Fausto (Franco Fabrizi), described in voiceover narration as the "spiritual leader" of the group, has superficial daring coupled with profound cowardice; Alberto (Alberto Sordi), an indulged and indolent mama's boy, accepts complete financial support from his sister, yet expects her to honor him as the head of the family; Leopoldo (Leopoldo Trieste) is so busy acting the playwright that his work languishes, unfinished and unproduced; Riccardo, the least developed of any of them (played by Fellini's real life brother, Riccardo), is the kind of forgettable warm body who provides some necessary element — in this case, a car. And the very complicated Moraldo (Franco Interlenghi), the most philosophical of the group, is acutely aware of their lives as insulated and circumscribed, the only one finally agitated enough to take action. Although he's never identified as the narrator, Moraldo is definitely the consciousness of the film, the others flimsy as remembered shadows.
Like Moraldo, Fausto chafes at the limitations of the small town, tempted by the city. But when Fausto finally makes it to Rome, he returns with a record player and the current dance step, equipped for more fantasy. Fausto's risks only serve to undermine himself — first by impregnating and having to marry Moraldo's sister, then by unwisely attempting to seduce his boss's wife. He's not brave, merely impudent. In each case, he not only offends the women but also puts his friendship with Moraldo on the line; in the world of the "vitelloni," this is the more serious offense.
The only elaborated female character is Sandra (Leonora Ruffo), Moraldo's sister and the summer's Miss Siren. Fellini uses her innocence and trustful nature to show the new world opening up to the provincials, shooting the post-coronation press conference from her perspective. Temporarily blinded by popping flashbulbs and the dutiful good wishes of a bored Roman actress, the pregnant Sandra faints. Over the course of the film, her slightly bovine beauty and credulity become transformed into a resolute strength, much of it needed to keep Fausto in line. Unlike the other characters, she and Moraldo accept responsibility and take action, adapting to rather than refusing reality.
Passivity
and ineffectualness hamper all the "vitelloni"; weaknesses that trouble
many Fellini characters, especially the closely autobiographical parts
played by Marcello Mastroianni. There's a definite sense of aimlessness
among these sons of hardworking fathers who have no idea what to do
with their lives. But the passivity is also a reflection of contemporary
Italy, one of the big losers in the second world war, its modern power
receptive rather than aggressive: Italy thrives on tourism. No longer
conquering the world, it instead plays amiable host. Fellini conveys
the sense of a country whose attractions are largely couched in the
past, of a place that's outlived its political power. At the center
of the film is Alberto's desperate, angry demand, addressed to Moraldo
but self-answered. "Who are you? You're nobody. You're all nobodies."
The five vitelloni are provincial archetypes, the outside world primarily the source of sexual and heroic fictions — as when they imagine a Hemingway-style safari with Esther Williams. The scene concludes with their merciless baiting of a hapless, older waiter, the routine as familiar, no doubt, to him as to them. They live in a kind of suspended animation necessary to their communal fantasy but ultimately crippling.
As befits the person remembering, Moraldo remains slightly apart, more observant than participatory. His dealings with the "vitelloni" habitual and ritualized; only in his encounters with Guido, the young railway station worker, does he seem open and curious. This good-natured boy/man seems unspoiled, without a yearning for other experiences, genuinely content. Guido sits patiently while Moraldo describes Sirius, the wandering star, mystified by the need to move and finally utterly mystified by Moraldo's decision to leave the small town for Rome. Moraldo's modern and to some extent alienating decision, passing up the comforts of familiarity for the unknown, leaves the "vitelloni" to sleep, literally and figuratively. Tinged with a sublime melancholy, this landmark montage shows glimpses of each of Moraldo's comrades, fixed as memories, already half-dead as people.
Fellini wrote I Vitelloni with Ennio Flaiano, both of them having
spent much of their youth palling around with their own "vitelloni."
But this is no exercise in nostalgia; throughout the film there are
hints of the society in transition: from the use of "OK," rarely heard
in Italian at the time though ubiquitous today, to the wall of advertisements
behind Fausto and Sandra during one of their arguments, to the driving
school in the background when Fausto and Moraldo talk, the signs of
nascent consumerism are everywhere. Mobility, especially in search of
individual opportunity, is at the very center of American life, but
Italian society has only slowly adopted this way of thinking. The move
made by Moraldo, which was based on Fellini's own abandonment of Rimini
for Rome in 1938, signals a break with his deepest connections: the
family and the "vitelloni." Deceptively sketchy and simple, I Vitelloni
was one of the first films to key into one of the most important ideas
of contemporary cinema: the essential rootlessness
of modern life.
August 2003 | Issue 41
Copyright © 2003 by Megan Ratner
ACCESS: The film is not available in the U.S. on DVD or VHS, but copies of unknown origin surface occasionally on ebay.
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