Just saw Youth. Paolo Sorrentino is the new Fellini, albeit a much more likable one. I’ve always found the films of Fellini a bit pretentious and theatrical (see for example’s Fellini’s contribution to Boccaccio ’70, “The Temptations of Doctor Antonio”).

Not so with Sorrentino. This is what I want from cinema. Reveries and emotions. A mix of high and low culture. Laughter and tears. Lots of philosophy. And buckets of beauty.

P.S.: I recently saw another film on old age, by Haneke, Amour. How I hated that film, despite that Haneke has made some of the best films of the 2000s.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jx2RNzl-p3Q

Chantal Akerman‘s debut film “Saute ma ville” (1968, above) turned out to be quite prophetic. Akerman committed suicide last week. Suicide continues to fascinate me. Sometimes, I get a strange feeling of comfort when yet another person commits suicide. It reminds me that I am not doing that badly. I may, at times, be unhappy, but not that unhappy.