This Italian nomination for Best Foreign Film follows a man who’s just turned 65. He wrote one successful novel years ago and still spends his days moving in society’s circles: dancing at wild parties, having useless conversations, viewing performance art and questioning it all. If you’re familiar with Fellini you’ll see his touches all over: sumptuous images of Roman life and locations, freaky characters and incongruous imagery all combined in glimpses, not in linear narrative. On the other hand, the film is missing the master’s magic. If you’re into art films, this might appeal. I found it beautiful to behold, but oh so tedious, labored and indulgent. (At Criterion Cinemas only.)