Cast (spellbinding) characters like Fellini
- The Storyteller's Desk
- Aug 4, 2014
- 2 min read
There are several different kinds of films and just as many or more kinds of filmmakers. Everyone is looking to make an experience come alive on screen that can be relived over and over again. Some succeed, many fail. It is a very thin line one must walk to get to the audience and surpass the collective imagination. The success of an original film depends purely on pulling on their heartstrings and creating nothing short of magic.
Being too original is very risky as there is nothing to fall back on or refer to so as to have an opinion of it. Also, when a filmmaker chooses to make a personal film, the reaction of the audience and critics can really affect the maker as if it was directed right at him/her. To avoid this, most filmmakers, producers and directors as well as cinematographers and the various artists involved in the process including the actors have resigned as authors and taken on the role of technicians who apply themselves only to existing trends and genre cliches.
Movies have been reduced to a commodity today
Celebrating the last of the movie auteurs cannot be complete without the inclusion of Federico Fellini and the originality of every single aspect of his films, especially his casting and the exquisite performances he inspired in his actors.
No two characters in his films ever looked the same, they were all distinct in every way and filled the world of the story prominently without even one of these characters the painted canvas would have been incomplete.
A whole world of characters come alive on screen, believably belonging to a world that before existed only within the mind-space of Fellini. Every movie he painted was a very personal journey that he had made alone in the solitude and sometimes dauntingly lonely dark corners of his imagination. Looking at the world through the young boy he once was, amused by almost everything ... the eyes of an adolescent searching for acknowledgement of self and battling the grip of hormonal urges and uninformed fantasies ... the sense of responsibility dawning on a young man woefully celebrating the end of his careless youthful years of being a loafer. No matter what world he creates, it is intimate and very close to home, yet he dares to stand bare to the public eye, bedazzling them before they can even form an opinion; like a typhoon it hits your consciousness and uproots old dogma and mob hypocrisy. What one takes away is an unfathomable dreamscape and the unforgettable faces of his characters.
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