It’s as though in the face of creative crisis the director took the self-empowering advice from his own early oeuvre, especially the tearjerking egotism of La Strada and the recalcitrant élan of Nights of Cabiria.
Though more of a Fellini skeptic than not myself, I can’t go along with the common opinion that Fellini’s early neorealist-inflected works, culminating in La Strada , are his best, and that the later, increasingly surreal cinema of the gaudy and fantastical represented by 8½ is self-indulgently trivial by comparison.
The precise observation in " La Strada " (1954) was the high point of his career, according to this view, and then he abandoned his neorealist roots.
Although overshadowed by Fellini's later, better known films (such as 1960's "La Dolce Vita" and 1963's " 8½ "), "La Strada" (The Road) has always had a special place in Fellini's canon, not least because it was the film that won an Oscar for Best Foreign Film and secured his reputation as one of Europe's leading postwar directors.
Even with Fellini himself, while I still have very little idea what to make of 8½ , it has a power for me that I cannot find in La Strada.