This movie was a huge disappointment. Critics compare this film to "La Dolce Vita," and there's no sense to that at all.
There is no plot, little story, and only the vagaries of sense. This was a film that could have easily been titled "The Great Snore" or "The Great Bore," but nobody would have gone to see it, so somewhere along the line somebody had to find a title to make the darn thing salable.
Here's the thing: You want a sardonic, dry and unpretentious view of Rome? Read Alberto Moravia (who is mentioned in this film -- sadly) or watch any movie made that was based on his novels. This would be infinitely better than this visual attempt at playing a Jackson Pollack artist Italian-style.
The unadulterated pretentiousness of trying to expose artistic pretentiontious without any self-reflection whatsoever is --- b.o.r.i.n.g.