After seeing Gomorra today, thinking of Italy and the end of the trial, remembering the ghettos of Rome, the war in Sicily, the Nights of Cabiria – the naive prostitute and the real prostitutes on the roads that just circle the city and never lead to the centre. Apparently Fellini did a graphic novel called Trip to Tulum. A review says:
A beautiful woman falls into a pond chasing Fellini’s windblown hat. Under the water’s surface is an eerie world of preserved shipwrecks and planewrecks, a resting place for ghostly references to Fellini’s films. Inside a submerged seaweed-encrusted 747 the woman is astonished to find Fellini himself. He sends her off with a very handsomely drawn Marcello Mastroianni–Fellini’s alter ego–to make a movie of unknown content. They stop in Los Angeles and finally reach a grand hotel on the Mexican coast where magical transformations abound.
