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Nights of Cabiria (1957). This was simply a beautiful testament to the strength of the soul, beaten and bruised and left for dead, how the anguished still find purchase to lift themselves up and continue on, a sip more weary, but still clinging to the hope that their dreams of contented happiness might still be fulfilled. Out titular character is perfectly captured by the wonderful Giulietta Masina, a doe-eyed beauty that captured the viewer's heart so completely that we truly wish to know of her fate after the credits have rolled. The story meanders in a splendid fashion, with scene after inspiring scene, each of which serves to portray the feminine strength of Cabiria as she picks herself up time and again, no more bitter than before. Fellini's direction was of course magnificent, but that is merely stating the obvious. A wonderful account of the majesty born of hardship, Nights of Cabiria should serve as a monument of hope for the downtrodden masses. Merci beaucoup.
Genruk
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Fate is my mistress, mother of the cruel abomination that is hope.
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