Over the last two years, I’ve been making my way through Criterion’s Essential Fellini box set. Starting with Variety Lights (1950 or 1951, depending on where you check) and ending with Intervista (1987), this beautiful set included most of Fellini’s films – though not all, skipping for instance the acerbic English-language Fellini’s Casanova (1976), in which a bewigged, increasingly ridiculous Donald Sutherland fornicates his way across Europe, getting further and further away from anything approaching happiness, or even pleasure, in the process.





