Rich Pure Doom’s review published on Letterboxd:
This film, and in broader terms, Fellini, suck. Not only is it another shitty neo-realist film where realism=misery, but this one throws in his wife as a Chaplin clone wandering around this misery plot with a whole lot of annoying cutesy facial expressions. I can just imagine Fellini behind the camera "Now give us another one of those wide eyed wondrous looks! You're full of whimsy!" Fellini is horrible with narrative, but what themes is he exploring? Life can be terrible? Moreso than any other filmmaker of the art cinema world, Fellini had nothing to say. He even made a movie about it (8 1/2), and yet even that film manages to get groveled at by the cinema world.