‘Juliet’ is a major w

‘di uliet of the Sprits,” Federico
’s first color film. Showing at
Varsity Theatre, 4375 W. 10th
@. in Vancouver. Adjudged Best
reign Film of the Year by New
rk film critics.
S

| n Italy, Federico Fellini is
E referred to as “il poeta,” and
lat heis a poet cannot be doubted.
€ is also a “novelist,” anactor,

director without a peer and -

fobably the only all-around gen-
IS Of film since Charles Chaplin
ho could also have been billed
S “creating? his own films.

This is precisely what Fellini,
0es in all his films, and he does
t in the way creation in the lit-
Tary, musical and plastic arts
enerally takes place: byimpro-
isation, i

No one but Fellini knows what
Fellini film is going to be until
t is finished, As any writer,
ainter, sculptor, poet or com-
Ser can tell you — ideas emerge
nN the course of the work itself.

They lead the creator to new
nsights, down the garden-path at
Imes, but — in whatever man-
ler — the work develops as it
Togresses, changes, amplifies,
leepens and broadens.

“Juliet of the Spirits,” in this;

. sense,

The Bard and Vietnam

is the most profoundly
imaginative and inventive film
Fellini has created. Added to it
is the new dimension of color

(which Fellini has used only once *

pefore, in his “segment” of
«Boccaccio 70”) anditis amazing
to behold how he has handled this
new dimension: it is breath-
taking.

The Juliet of the story is a
plain young woman. Her mother

and both her sisters are raving

peauties, She has sought in her
marriage the security — mainly
emotional — denied her by her.

family life.

The product of a Roman Cath-
olic childhood, she basically re-
gards the physical act of love as
«sinful’? and is tortured by her
own healthy desire for her hus-

band.

As the infidelity of the husband
is made manifest to her, she re-
treats like a child into a world

of her own devising — one com-—

part of memory and

pounded in
dreams waking and

fantasy, of

The festive season has come

sleeping, and of occultism and
speculation.

It is in these sections of the film
that the inventive genius of Fellini
is paramount: the fantasies are
peautiful and horrible, fright-
ening and ecstatic, bewildering
and sometimes as plainas a mud-

fence,

And they are handled with such
fluidity and drive that they have
the force of anyone’s day-and-
night free association.

Juliet is tempted into spir-
itualism as an escape — and into
the office of a private detective
as a practice measure to finally
“know” what she is facing; she
is drawn toa Spanish friend of her
husband — and rejects him; she
is tempted to join in the ‘ ‘fun and
games” of her amoral next-door
neighbor who lives only for the
gratification of her senses, but
draws back on the brink of a cal~
culated sex-without-love affair.

There is a host of fully realized
characters, brilliantly created by

’ Fellini’s people: his wife, Giuli-

etta Masina is the Juliet, and
while the role does not make the
demands on her that were made
in her earlier films, also direc-
ted by Fellini — “La Strada”

to interpret one of the sweeping
generalizations of the Constitu-

and “Nights of Cabiria” — the
character she creates is full-
hodied and thoroughly under-
stood.

Both professional and non-
professional people form the bal-
ance of the huge cast, and there
is not one from whom Fellinihas

ork of art

the social impact of either “83”
or “La Dolce Vita,” for it pro-
jects a narrower portrait of
humanity.

But it is vitality and beauty,
its inventiveness and imagina-
tion — as well as Fellini’s ability
to get inside the people he is

not drawn a flawless “perform-

”
antes work of art.

—Alvah Bessie

«Juliet ot the Spirits” does not
possess the depth of insight nor

portraying — make of it a major

(People’s World—A bridged)

tion, as giving them the right to
sign, when and if they feel it
expedient to do so.

Peter Munro, Vancouver, writes:
Md gone, and now thousands of people throughout the world are

reparing to celebrate the pirthday of the ploughman Poet, Robbie
Surns, There is no doubt that if Robbie were here today he would
lave something to say about the aggressor in Vietnam. This so-
‘alled Christian nation—the U.S.A.—iS slaughtering men, women’
’nd children and no doubt is giving praise to God for their so-called

Although the idea of a circular
to all locals vis-a-vis a Canadian

convention for the IBEW being A scene from Felunis Juliet and the Spirits.”

rictories, To quote Burns:

“Ye hypocrites; are these your pranks
To murder men and give God thanks.

Desist for shame; proceed

no further,

God won’t accept your thanks for murder.”

He would have one for Johnson tod,

The following is the kind of world Burns visu

\

alized:

"The Golden Age we’ll then revive,

Each man will be a brother.
In harmony we all shall live,
And share the earth together.

In virtue trained, enlightened youth

Will love each fellow creature

And future years will prove the truth

That man is good by nature.

Then let us toast with three times three
The reign of Peace and Liberty.”

Hope to see you all on the 22nd.

JBEW Facts Set Straight

: Eddy Current, IBEW, Vancou-
: writes: Your article in the
8st PT edition concerning IBEW
Ocal 213, B.C, District Tele-
aaa and the International office
the Union contains some in-
accuracies whichI feel bear some
°rrection,

Firstly, the “showdown” is with
© Canadian Vice-President W.
eens, not the U.S, resident
3 ernational executive. He isthe
© witholding strike sanction, or
nee precisely, refusing to ad-
Se the International office in
gap unston D.C, to grant the
ae It was also the same Ca~
dian v-p who is reported to
ve said, “I don’t give a damn
ut the court judgment,” not a
U.S, official of the Union.

‘top

3 a Was also the company, B.C.
s Strict Telegraph which took the

al to court to prevent them _

striking after they had continued
to ignore the validity of the agree~
ment signed by International Rep.
Jack Ross, took the negotiations
through the normal channels and
secured a strike vote of 94%,
not the Local union as your article

claims.

The strike deadline expired
Dec. 13, but the “showdown” was
averted by company and local
union agreeing to extend the dead-
line to Jan. 7.

7. In=the meantime negotiations
have continued and new offers
exchanged and a further deadline
extended to the end of January.
Hopes are high of a mutually ac-
‘ceptable agreement which says a
lot for the negotiating committee.

Any agreement signed by the
Local with the company would
constitute a major victory over
the demands of the Internationa} —

placed on the floor of the next
convention in St. Louis has been
“au courant” in Local 213 for
some time, no concrete action
has actually been taken on the’
question,

Pressure however is certain
to crystallize soon as this ques-
tion is an obvious must—on the
road to Canadian autonomy; par-

ticularly as many other Inter-

nationals hold Canadian conven-
tions.

Perfect Vision—One Way

L.A. Vancouver, writes: Iam
writing to say that I found “A
Fable—The Birds and the Bees”
a very interesting and instruc-
tive piece of fiction.

This is the kind of stuff which,
in my opinion, the uncommitted
reader will certainly read, and
from which he can get a new

. viewpoint.

I also have liked Joe Wallace’s
column for some time. And its
versatility and novelty has en-
couraged me to believe that aman
CAN keep growing in mental
ability beyond even the decrepit
years that I now seem to have
reached, Though I have no hope
of achieving the courage and

honesty that is apparent in about .

all that he writes.

I regret that the writer of “The
Birds and ,.. ” did not show
the end of the battle when the
bees won.. But perhaps he said
enough, for that time, to the
special audience that he was writ-
ing to, Few of us are ‘capable
of great leaps forward mentally;

which I can personally testify to .

for myself, being endowed with

202 the matter
of hindsight,

The Soldier

Oh, Solider! Why tremble you so?

Is it the guns that crash so terribly?
Come, forget the red flashes beyond,
Forget the shrapnel which rips

Into the flesh of your friend,

What if his red blood

Sprays across your face,

And you must wipe it away with your hand,

Ignore the rotting carcasses
Of friend and foe alike;

It does not seem right now,
But you know it is

Because you have been told.

See, here is the kind priest,

A gentle hand is laid

Upon your trembling shoulder.

Soft words of comfort are whispered
As those gentle pious eyes

Peer into yours, infusing

Your soul with holy energy _

In God’s name,

In your great peace-loving country’s name,
Go out and kill those yellow bastards!

You cannot let them win, for if they do,
They will annihilate you,

They cannot forget the past,

Their legions are filled ~ -
With the hate of centuries,

Their people, meekest of the meek
Have cried the bitter tears of strife,
And now their flood of weeping

Will sweep you back into the sea.

So, Young Soldier, pull that trigger,
God will not mind if you kill,

When all are rotting

In the ruins of civilization—

He will laugh, loudly,

As the black vultures

Of despair and lost hope

Gorge on our dead flesh!

—MIKE DUNLOP, Vancouver, B.C..,

“January 21, 1966—PACIFIC TRIBUNE—Page 9