Amarcord

As winds of change passionately breathe throughout the Italian countryside, and tectonic ships coast through the night, poetic reflections and familial festivities emancipate a repressed human factor whose vivacious spirit refuses to yield. Energetic youthful explorations generate blossoming warm and friendly observations whose flowering imaginings revitalize local traditions.

There are stories to be told as the seasons change and life challenges a predetermined institutional categorization. Playful scenes rich in vivid detail, capturing mischievous movements and inquisitive motivations, flourish.

Refusing to be tied down by the stereotypical attitudes condescendingly applied to their professions by a disdainful elitist few, hard working people continue to create and theorize within a stifling draconian body politic.

They inhabit a colourful filmscape full of inclusive change, verdant and robust, supporting the marginalized and the downtrodden, beyond the reach of any imperial entanglements, nurturing, caring and looking after one another, freely sharing their nourishing information.

And they dream and evaluate, consider and wonder. Hypothesize, romanticize, familiarize, thunder. Knowing that really nothing else can be done, if one wants to live fully cloaked in the sun.

The vignettes in Federico Fellini's Amarcord synergize a wrinkle in time, refusing to let autocratic realities structure their lives if their lives want nothing to do with autocratic realities.