Fontana di Trevi

Shaved & showered marble flesh

For me the film is identified more with Anita Ekberg than with a storm trooper in the Wehrmacht. To combat the cold he polished off a bottle of vodka, and when we shot the scene he was completely pissed. She remained immersed in the basin for ages, motionless, impassive, as if the water didn't cover her nor the cold affect her, even though it was March and the nights made one shiver. And while his smile and wave at the umbrian angel is in a drunken stupor and no longer conscious enough to care much about her, he has crossed over into oblivion and whatever. (La dolce Ekberg)