I came here to find the past. I did, and to hell with it.
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I came here to find the past. I did, and to hell with it.
the ghost of ‘lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Vitti, the day she’s supposed to meet up with Delon as per their plan, walks outside into the street looking detached, neurotic, “alienated.”
An unmotivated tilt glances up at a cluster of treelimbs through the steel mesh of a fence — a superimposition of organic tangles and manmade lattice.
Cut to a swirling pan across [...]
A boy Johan and two women: his restless mother Anna; his ailing aunt Ester (a translator of novels). A journey by train, the motive, the end point unspecified. Stopover in an unnamed European city. War looks imminent.
A baroque hotel, the only other dwellers: a troop of performing dwarfs, an elderly employee (a waiter of sorts: mannered, efficient, [...]
Antonioni does not criticize the modern world, in whose possibilities he profoundly ‘believes’: he criticizes the coexistence in the world of a modern brain and a tired, worn-out neurotic body . . . If Antonioni is a great colourist, it is because he has always believed in the colours of the world, in the possibility of [...]
Movement is perpetual and chaotic, never confined to a single vector. Cars and wagons move on horizontal axes, and crash; water falls (the action painter: “It’s what the waterfall dictates to me, with no logical link between us.”); hands reach and exchange and enfold and withdraw and on and on.
The film itself — precisely, of course [...]