Watching Giulietta Masina in Nights of Cabiria was the high point of my weekend. Masina was wonderful. Like Chaplin, her postures, movements and facial expressions tell a complete story. I have never really understood or cared for Fellini’s later films. Put off by the surrealism, I guess. Nights of Cabiria is a gritty movie – hardly anything nice happens, and plenty of bad things do – but it is also a beautiful movie.