Roma

Koko: No, not that Rome, the other one--the one that's Las Vegas. You know, when it comes to Fellini, I tend to equivocate. Not this time. Except for the dancing numbers on my clock radio, the ones that whirred up and down when I placed my head against the wall with the swamp-cooler running back in my old studio apartment on Maryland Parkway, not far from Vincent Gallo's spinout in The Brown Bunny--aside from that, this movie is the most abortive, unreal series of images I've ever seen. Honestly, I had to watch it recumbent, it made me so dizzy. What excess! Wonderful! Fifteen minutes of roaring motorcycles? Absolutely. And why not ten minutes of someone chipping at a wall? That's what cities are for!