Marcello Rubini is a reporter in Italy in the 1960s who drifts in and out of various scenes, veering between hedonistic partying and melancholia.
It’s a stunning film with glamourous people in beautiful outfits, driving stunning cars, drinking champagne and talking fast. But there is a real edge to it, and I feel that this is really heightened watching it sixty years after it was made.
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