As much as I hate to say it, Fellini – Satyricon is an absolute travesty. Despite all of its carnivalesque surrealism and madness and absurdity, it manages to be little more than a pointless, endlessly rotating spectacle of freaks and circus clowns. For all its visual imagination, it never results in anything other than a canvas of boredom – the film’s extreme depravity is utterly insipid and forgettable. This from a director who at his best was one of the most graceful, eloquent, and lyrical poets of the human soul, apparently the same man who made Nights of Cabiria, La Dolce Vita, 8 1/2, and Amarcord. It is a conspiracy that this is the same man responsible.