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"la notte" (1960) - michelangelo antonioni
posted on 11-Oct-2002 by anton
antonioni's la notte with its slow pace where only last 10-15 minutes that are truly frightening, gets under your skin, hides in the back of your mind, waiting to come out in the middle of the night, when you expect it the least, when all your guards are down, and there is nothing else to distract you or protect you from it.

there is nothing dramatic, nothing excessive, unlike similar studies of alienation and loneliness by bunuel or fellini. la notte proceeds slowly, among the memories of the past, traced by moreau's character. empty streets with glimpses of life here and there that fail to move her, fail to restore any kind of hope. not the wonders of childhood, not the romanticism and passion of rocket-launchers, not a half-hearted attempt of an intrigue provide any consolation. the image of a dying friend, the only person that saw something in her, weighs everything down. she is lost, empty - her life, dedicated to love, has slowly run out, like the feeling itself, and there is nothing to hold on to in those years spent in vain. I can only imagine the depth of her despair at the sight of 18 year old character of monica vitti.

all of a sudden it is morning - bleak, with a single birch tree and neatly trimmed soulless field without an end that is lost in the fog. muffled cries on the background, and not a single saxophone note to wash themselves of the sin of existing.


 
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