They intercept it in a hot Roman garden. Jacket that turns on the tones of the gray, white shirt, thick glasses duly put out. Summer 1982precisely August. The Rai cameras placcan Federico Fellini And, to remain journalistically hooked at the moment, they ask him where he will go on vacation that year. He first appears strange, as if that question were bizarre, unusual. Then fix the frame, tap the neck of the shirt, crosses the arms and enters a deep reflection on the sense of holidays, displacing the interviewer.
“I never went on vacation, I don’t think I will even go this year,” he explains with great naturalness. “The idea of the holiday is completely foreign to me – he adds – and I don’t even understand what it means. I seem to be always on vacation”. The director’s reference goes to the occupation that fills his days: lived as a dream that has materialized, he induces him to think he is continuously on vacation, because he does not weigh him at all. On the contrary: “I do a job I likewhen I work is precisely the moment when I seem to enjoy all possible freedoms, and to make myself in the most festive, sumptuous, more nice, congenial way “.
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Then Fellini launches a blow also towards the crowded month of August. “The idea of having to go to a place where things should have a different rhythm and be together with others, or alone, to do that then, it is really extraneous to me. I don’t need to change the rhythm of life. It seems to me that things already go well like this, I don’t need holidays. “
Allegro, casual, the director is in the end sorry for those who think differently: “I’m sorry for all hoteliers or for the places waiting for them to arrive, but I have to disappoint them for the umpteenth time, for the sixty -two -time time (he says referring to his age, ed.)”.
And if instead it should go on vacation, the journalist puts him? “The phrases that begin with the SE – closes the Fellini speech – put me in a tremendous embarrassment”. On the other hand, it can be a Normal One one who conceived The nights of Cabiria And The Dolce Vita, Amarcord, the calves, eight and a half And all the rest of his illuminated filmography. After all, his is a message above which an expiry date cannot be affixed: if you already do what you like, you want to do it all the time.
And August – the month by definition to brown in the sun or shake it in the mountains – it is the right time to carry on with the projects. With all due respect to those who feel the need to have to detach from something or someone. Fellini no. Fellini doesn’t go on vacation.