One Paragraph Movie Review: Juliet of the Spirits

Two hundred and seventy-ninth film: Juliet Of The Spirits, a 1965 Fellini trip starring his wife Giulietta Masina, probably not ironically playing an unhappy wife. The premise: a rich housewife is spoken to by spirits and visions that suggest her husband is cheating on her. He is. It’s strongly suggested that she’d be happier without him. She (probably) is. The storyline in itself doesn’t adequately illustrate the traditional Fellini circus-y theatrics and boobs that romp through most scenes, or the budget-ballooning amount of eyeliner and goose down accessories. It’s beautiful and fashionable, and it’s a grotesque, kitsch, hot mess. I hated the suggestion that frumpiness gets you cheated on while getting your nugs out gets you sex with strangers in a treehouse, but absolutely loved the spooky, colourful pageantry of the imagined sequences. Bizarre. Three creepy faceless nuns out of five.