Before ‘Curtas’, in the middle of the Palaeolithic period, in our latrine environment, I trained in a context of authorial film programmes in cinemas and on TV. In the meantime, life took care of getting me out of cultural animation and I fossilised at a young age. Although I tried, I never managed to get as excited about the cinema of ‘the after’ as I did with the cinema of ‘the before’. Here is Fellini showing us the departure from childhood and the arrival and falling in love with his Rome, the very sophisticated humour that caricatures our genesis and makes us smile in the mirror at the pain of being born Latinos, heirs to Catholicism and authoritarianism. There's an urgent need to revisit unrivalled and countless moments, for example the variety shows and their interactions with the public, the prostitutes and that final electrifying  shot with the Bikers... (Rui Maia)

Roma is an open letter to a city. A chaotic memoir told by Fellini, who fictionalises his arrival in Rome in 1939. He then jumps to the 1970s and takes a journey through the streets of the Italian capital, filming the Rome of spectacular monuments and everyday Rome, the beautiful and the decrepit. Through his eyes, Rome becomes an electric metropolis, where anonymous citizens - and the usual characters from the Fellinian universe - cross paths with Marcello Mastroianni, Anna Magnani, Gore Vidal and Fellini himself.