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...didn't enjoy the brand recognition that Bergman did. But in several ways his influence was even greater. His L'Avventura (1960), which sets up a mystery it never resolves, quickly became a rallying cry and furious debating point for serious film lovers. La Notte (1961), Eclipse (1962) and Red Desert (1964) cemented Antonioni's reputation as an anatomizer of malaise and a supreme picture-maker. Blowup (1966), his first full-length English-language film, was a sensation for its frank view of sex, drugs and rock 'n roll in swinging London. It grossed $20 million (about $120 million today...
...becoming their anguished or volatile face, their always human soul. She was so acute a revealer of depression, disappointment, despair, that it was a shock to see her in other Italian films as a bubbly, expert comedienne. In 1964, when Antonioni won the Venice Film Festival Golden Lion for Red Desert, he paid tribute to "someone close to me who has collaborated with me courageously and most valorously. I'd like to thank her publicly. That person is Monica Vitti...
...Red Desert is in passing a requiem for Ravenna, the medieval city whose air, fields and water were poisoned by the toxic waste regurgitated by big factories there. But is essentially an experiment in color. This time, reality wasn't good enough for the neo-neo-realist. He painted the earth a sludgy gray, and found a sickly yellowish color for the canals, as if they had vomited on themselves. (He also gave Vitti red hair). It was all in aid of showing the already polluted city through the eyes of the schizophrenic wife and mother played by Vitti...
...vivid green with centuries-old techniques and implements, saw Buddhist temples almost unchanged by time, and witnessed a sunset from a roof built hundreds of years ago. I walked for days without seeing a motorized vehicle, calling out to monks as they rode by on horseback with their red robes streaming behind...
...cannot guess how the road will transform the Loba’s lives in infinite positive and negative ways. I am frightened that the road may destroy what makes the area incomparable to any other. But I am selfishly happy to have seen the windswept canyons, the brilliant red Buddhist temples, the fields of impossible green in the midst of barren browns, and the beautiful, friendly faces of the Loba before a road transforms them into a mere glimpse captured through the window of a car along a highway...