La Dolce Vita and Blonde

La Dolce Vita Movie poster, blondeThis Monday I was lucky enough to go to a lecture on La Dolce Vita by Professor Richard Dyer. I say lucky advisedly. It was pure chance that I went.

I never enjoyed this 1960 movie very much and, apart from its iconic status, remember little about it. But one of my best friends invited me. I wanted to see my friend. And so I went – and got so much more than I expected.

La Dolce Vita by Richard DyerProfessor Dyer is the sort of enthusiast I could listen to for ever. Moreover, he loves La Dolce Vita. Not uncritically, you understand. He wrote the British Film Institute’s guide to the movie – which I immediately ordered – and he clearly continues to research its creation and ponder its message(s). Above all he is just wonderful on the gossip that surrounds the movie.

Indeed, a major part of his thesis is that the movie is precisely about that gossip: how it arises, how it is delivered, how it is received.

La Dolce Vita: Iconic Status

I’m going to illustrate rather than argue that La Dolce Vita has set its stamp on a time and a way of seeing life to which we still refer today. For this I offer two pieces out of the great body of evidence propounded by Professor Dyer.

La Dolce VitaFirst – that title! La dolce vita is now universal shorthand for a hedonistic, fast-paced, self-absorbed lifestyle, part playful, part empty, dependent on display. It paid, and pays, celebrity an almost religious devotion. Consider certain current politicians.

Second – paparazzi. The word was an introduced by the movie. The photographer who accompanies the journalist, Marcello, is named Paparazzo. He is one of a group of photographers who, Professor Dyer points out, actually become part of the story they are photographing.

The new light-weight cameras of 1960 allowed photographers to get in really close to their subjects, sometimes while running. Many resisted. Some fled. Some fought back, in the film, as in real life.

Anita Ekberg, the star of La Dolce Vita, was photographed threatening photographers with a bow and arrow outside her home in Rome. (Looks a bit staged to me.) But there were undoubtedly fistfights between paparazzi and their subjects/clients/victims.

La Dolce Vita: Rome

Like its 1952 predecessor, Roman Holiday, La Dolce Vita was made in black and white and is a visual love poem to Rome. The other thing the two have in common is that both put a journalist centre stage. In each movie, he pursues a celebrity, during which his personal and private life collide. And he is accompanied by a photographer.

Roman Holiday subtextBut William Wyler’s confection is pure joy. Audrey Hepburn travels delightfully from royal wooden top  through a day of teenage exuberance to woman on the edge of love.  Well, the journalist is Gregory Peck. Who wouldn’t? He’s an American, a foreign correspondent in Rome.

Fellini takes us on an altogether darker journey. Literally to a great extent. The streets of Rome, whether crowded or dangerous and near-deserted, are shot in a chiaroscuro that Caravaggio would have envied.

La Dolce Vita: the Hero – or Is He?

La Dolce Vita Mastroianni and EkbergMarcello Mastroianni as the journalist is as hungry for a story as is Gregory Peck, at the beginning hunting down his princess. But, while Peck learns empathy and possibly love, Mastroianni’s character is altogether more equivocal. He is on his home turf, a gossip columnist. The moment where he almost loves Sylvia, the famous actress, evaporates. He is defeated – her husband, an ageing actor who once played Tarzan, slugs him in the stomach – deflected and, ultimately, absorbed by other stories and other roles for himself.

La Dolce Vita: the Blonde

La Dolce Vita Gentleman Prefer BlondesThe Blonde, as a concept, was already iconic before La Dolce Vita. Anita Loos published Gentlemen Prefer Blondes in 1925.

Professor Dyer points out that by 1960 Marilyn Monroe was The Blonde and that nearly every country had at least one celebrity sharing her type of big-busted blondness. There was Diana Dors in the UK, Anita Ekberg in Sweden and, oddly enough, American Jayne Mansfield living and much photographed in Rome that year.

The part of Sylvia references Marilyn explicitly at least twice, possibly also Jayne. (Professor Dyer’s thesis is convincing. Buy the book!) But what took me aback, is that it also uses episodes from Ekberg’s own life. The first, rather sweetly, was when she was photographed paddling in the Trevi Fountain two years earlier. The second, which sticks in my craw rather, comes when Sylvia’s husband slaps her. Professor Dyer believes this to be based on an incident with her former husband, British actor Anthony Steel. As so much does seem to be a distorted reflection of the life around Fellini, I can believe it. But it does seem particularly unkind.

And the Other Blonde – Maybe

Iris Tree by ModiglianiHowever, there are other sorts of blondes (I may well return to this theme) and I think I caught sight of one, very briefly in Fellini’s film.

During the salon scene, we catch a glimpse of Iris Tree.  She was the daughter of Sir Herbert Beerbohm-Tree, Edwardian London’s premier actor-manager (and, incidentally, grandfather of the late, lamented Oliver Reed. In 1916 she sat for Modigliani. To him she was clearly a brunette at that time.

Dolce Vita Iris TreeThis amazing woman, poet, actor and all-round free spirit, was living in Rome at the time of La Dolce Vita. She was, by my reckoning, 63. At the gathering of literati she is, like so many others in this film apparently, playing herself.

She wears druidic robes and her hair, which I suppose could well have been grey by then, looks  – well – blonde.

Sophie Weston Author


12 thoughts on “La Dolce Vita and Blonde

  1. Elizabeth Bailey

    That’s a blast from the past. At the time I couldn’t understand what the fuss was about. Somewhat naive in those days. But this takedown is fascinating. Had no idea of the background and individuals involved. Thank you.

    1. Sophie Post author

      Believe me, Liz, this is just the tip of the iceberg. I was so fascinated, I stopped taking notes in case I lost anything.

      Some characters have the Christian names of their actors (Marcello, for a start; Nadia, played by Nadia Gray). Unnamed characters are played by people whom the cognoscenti would have recognised – and that’s not just the Roman Art crowd, either, if I understand Professor Dyer aright. For instance, there’s a press conference at one point, and the journos were all played by real photojournalists or critics of the time.

      Can’t wait to read Richard Dyer’s book.

  2. Rosemary Gemmell

    Fascinating post, Sophie – had never realised the origin of paparazzi. Although I knew of a film with this title, I can’t remember seeing it but will look out for it if it’s ever on TV.

    1. Sophie Post author

      I didn’t know about parazzi either, Ros. But then I knew so little about this movie, compared with what there is to know!

  3. lesley2cats

    Please can we have episode two of this? I didn’t see Roman Holiday until the sixties, and believe it or not, never saw La Dolce Vita (wasn’t allowed, despite parents being liberal for the time). It didn’t appeal to me enough to seek it out later, but now, of course, I’m fascinated. And I didn’t know about paparazzi, either.

    1. Sophie Post author

      Episode 2 will be quite hard until I’ve read the Prof’s book, Lesley! And it hasn’t even arrived yet. This is about all I remember, as I wasn’t taking notes. Will get back to you on this – I may be some time.

        1. Sophie Post author

          Huge. Each chapter of Lunar Men has got so much new stuff, it’s effectively a book, I found. Very satisfying, even when read chapter by chapter, though. You can always go back and check stuff if your memory gives out. The index is great. I couldn’t manage it in one concerted go. But it doesn’t matter if you take it at a leisurely pace. It’s a book to walk around in. Several times, in my case.

  4. Sophie Post author

    Thank you Elizabeth. I didn’t see La Dolce Vita until the early 80s so no hint of nostalgia here. But I do recognise the fascination with celebrity and everyone wanting to be someone for a bit. (Thank you, Mr Warhol!)

    Apparently people, like the litterati were jostling to be included in the movie. Nobody, Including Prof Dyer, seemed to know whether they were – or expected to be – paid.

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