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And last Monday, Michelangelo Antonioni, the Italian film director who diagnosed and dramatized postwar alienation, died Monday, the same day as the great Swedish filmmaker Ingmar Bergman. In less than 24 hours, the emperors of angst were gone. Bergman, 89, and Antonioni, 94, were two of the three surviving auteurs who defined serious European movies in the 60s — when serious movies pretty much _were_ European. Of the decade’s transcendent film figures, only that perpetual iconoclast Jean-luc Godard, 76, is left standing. If I were he, I’d insist on round-the-clock medical attention. Antonioni — a slender, handsome fellow who in his prime, as Woody Allen will attest, was a killer ping-pong player — 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) on a $1.8 million budget and helped liberate Hollywood from its puritanical prurience. But Antonioni, if his name rings any bells today, is known for making long, slow films about the misery of Europe’s leisure class. While his compatriot Federico Fellini sketched modern anomie and aimlessness with a cartoonist’s quick, broad slashes, Antonioni brought Atomic Age anomie to a kind of life with delicate bush strokes; he was the fastidious, mandarin un-Fellini. For a time, he was unlike anyone, until many directors saw that trail he had blazed and started treading it. His glum, frozen characters were even father removed from Hollywood cinema. The traditional movie hero was an action figure; the Antonioni antihero is inactive, passive, empty. Rich and pretty, he shows how meaningless it is to be a man of means. He in incapacitated by wealth, status and the availability of sex with good-looking people of the opposite sex. The advantages that the world’s poor could only dream of have paralyzed him. Bergman’s men (and especially his women) might rage against the prevailing gloom; Antonioni’s people (and especially his men) sink into it. Their problems are hard to define, and beyond salvation by God, psychoanalysis or madness. They don’t cry; they barely have enough energy to shrug. Are they alive at all, or the reduction of humanity to zombies? Long before George Romero, and in chic Rome instead of a Pittsburgh cemetery, Antonioni filmed his own _Night of the Living Dead_. These are the existential blahs that critic Andrew Sarris called “Antoniennui.” For audiences unable to get on the director’s wavelength or into his measured rhythm, seeing his characters suffer in slow motion was like watching paint dry. Movies were supposed to move, not slouch against a wall, and the pace of Antonioni’s movies was a special test for the antsy. But for other viewers, Antonioni — who had come to directing after being a film critic, an assistant director, a screenwriter (he scripted Federico Fellini’s solo feature directorial debut, _The White Sheik_) and the maker of documentary shorts — was the first true modernist in commercial cinema. His pristine imagery and elegant compositions taught viewers to watch a movie, not just see it. Calling _L’Avventura_ “easily, the film of the year,” critic Pauline Kael hailed it for demonstrating “that the possibilities for serious, cultivated, personal film expression in the film medium were not yet exhausted.” (The next year, she castigated _La Notte_, which traced the disintegration of a marriage during a 12-hour soiree, as a “Come-Dressed-as-the-Sick-Soul-of-Europe party.”) Pro or con, a filmgoer had to be diverted by the beautiful people in an Antonioni cast: stunners like Marcello Mastroianni, Jeanne Moreau, Alain Delon and especially Monica Vitti, the director’s mistress and muse for five crucial films. These stars helped Antonioni make anxiety glamorous, passivity photogenic, entropy entertaining. You could say he made “boring” interesting. **MICHELANGELO’S BIG ADVENTURE** But interesting why? Why watch this, especially for the 2hr.23mins. _L’Avventura_ takes to unravel? The movie is the story of… well, that was the problem. The story, so to speak, focused on the trip a few wealthy layabouts take to a rocky island near Sicily. One of the men, Sandro (Gabrielle Ferzetti), has come with his mistress Anna (Lea Massari) and Anna’s friend Claudia (Vitti). Anna has been quarreling with her beau, and 25 mins. into the film, she vanishes. Sandro and Claudia look and look and look and…don’t find her. The two searchers get sidetracked into their own affair, but Anna never shows up, nor is her disappearance explained. Huh? That was the feeling of a lot of people during the film’s world premiere at the Cannes Film Festival in 1960\. They greeted it with jeers, declaring it deficient as entertainment or art. That cued a righteous backlash of assembled directors (including Italy’s Roberto Rossellini) and critics (including Richard Roud of Britain’s National Film Theatre), who signed a petition “to express their admiration for the maker of this film.” The Cannes Jury, headed by novelist Georges Simenon, sided with the petitioners, giving the film second prize “for a new movie language and the beauty of its images.” Informed world opinion followed soon enough. In a 1962 poll by Sight & Sound magazine, international critics rated _L’Avventura_ the second greatest film of all time, behind _Citizen Kane_. Seen today, 47 years later, _L’Avventura_ seems easy to read, a treat to watch and a pretty profound parable on the limits of fidelity and friendship. The movie’s title, which translates as The Adventure, was not a joke; it was an apt appraisal of the intellectual thrills the film would provide for its viewers. Adventure was also the word for the challenges in form and content that Antonioni and other ’60s pioneers would bring to ’60s cinema. And yet that first, boorish benighted Cannes audience did have a couple of very conventional reasons to be outraged. The first was that the movie seemed to inhabit a genre, the mystery, that promises a solution. Antonioni wasn’t sporting. He said that real life isn’t an Agatha Christie novel. Stories end; life goes on. “I can feel the weariness of certain mechanisms that are resorted to in conventional films,” he told a journalist. “I think those mechanisms are false.” The old formulas had become as stylized as kabuki, as stale as week-old breadsticks. Hollywood stuck to boy-meets-girl, boy-loses-girl, boy-gets-girl, but Antonioni didn’t see why he had to. How about, in _L’Avventura_, boy-loses-girl, boy-finds-another-girl-and- gives-up-searching-for-the-first-girl? (In fact, the film has not only a twist ending that is both sardonic and poignant but a big display of emotion: hot tears of remorse or self-pity, take your pick. If you haven’t seen _L’Avventura_, it’s worth getting the Criterion DVD to find out.) The second objection would be to the film’s pace. There were long stretches when stuff just didn’t happen. Antonioni had an answer for that too: “In certain moments, life has different rhythms. At times it’s dynamic, at other times static. So why should we avoid the static moments to concern ourselves only with the dynamic ones? If a film is to take account of reality… it must also consider the rhythm of this reality.” In other words, he was just being a realist. Or a neo-neo-realist. One could have argued that the film proceeded so slowly because every image was so beautifully composed, so full of visual drama, that it was worth contemplating as one would a Piero della Francesca portrait. The dimensions of the movie screen, Antonioni suggested, have less in common with the stage proscenium than with the frame of a painting. Films are pictures on a wall, and Antonioni was one of the first directors working within the commercial cinema to make museum movies. One didn’t watch his films so much as gaze at them — at a duration determined by him. Here, then, was a film that upended narrative, set a new tempo for serious movies and aspired not to theater but to painting. The combination of these innovations, or affronts, made _L’Avventura_ a precedent-setting movie. So did the fierce debate surrounding it. Indeed, you could say that at that Cannes festival — as the professionals loved or hated, puzzled and argued over this beautiful, forbidding artifact — modernist cinema was born. **HOW DO YOU ACT NOTHING?** However elitist his films or his audience might seem today, in the 60s the word of his eminence spread far and wide, and quickly. For instance, when he let it be known he hoped to make a film about astronauts preparing for the moon voyage, he found a powerful supporter: President John F. Kennedy. “He welcomed the project with great enthusiasm,” Antonioni said of JFK. “He invited me to the White House to talk about this film.” This was long before _Blowup_, when the filmmaker was still a caviar taste in the U.S. (I’ll bet Jackie urged her husband to spend some time with the dapper Italian.) Antonioni might be an art-film director, but he was no fool. He knew that making films in English would help him reach a wider audience; hence _Blowup, Zabriskie Point_ (1970) and _The Passenger_ (1975). He spoke Hollywood’s language without ever going Hollywood. Death Valley, the location for _Zabriskie Point_, was as close as he got to La-la Land. Even the controversy about the mysterioso ending of _L’Avventura_ could be seen as good showmanship: give ’em something to talk about on the way out of the theater. Antonioni’s films soon became famous for their endings. The last 7-1/2 mins. of _Eclipse_ comprises a series of static, underpopulated street scenes in which none of the major characters appear. _Blowup_ we’ll get to in a moment, and _Zabriskie Point_ ends with the shot of a house … that blows up. The next-to-last scene of _The Passenger_ is one continuous, wildly elaborate tracking shot that lasts for 7 mins. He also lassoed bigger stars, when he wanted them; he knew that marquee names would help raise financing and lure audiences. He would go for the hot new actor: Delon after _Rocco and His Brothers_, Richard Harris after _This Sporting Life_, David Hemmings and Vanessa Redgrave in their first bloom for _Blowup_ and later, in 1975, Jack Nicholson for _The Passenger_. Most actors did an Antonioni film as a solemn duty, not for the laughs. A sworn enemy of bombast, visual or behavioral, he made his performers reveal more with less. This was particularly tough on his compatriots. Italian actors, and Italians in general, speak with their bodies; each conversation is a performance using the most lavish and vigorous hand gestures. Antonioni stripped them of these flourishes — he either refined the natural tendencies of these actors or he straitjacketed them. Some actors slipped the confines. Delon, who at this early stage in his career often exuded a feline passivity, is a live wire in _Eclipse_, where he plays a stock market trader who catches the attention of Vittoria (Vitti), who has just broken up with her rich boyfriend. During the frenetic bidding or in a cafe afterward, Delon is constantly on the move, going nowhere fast, and Antonioni gives him a long leash to display his ruthlessness and his boyish charm. The director first cast Vitti, a little-known stage ingenue, as a voice double for another actress in the 1957 _Il Grido_. “We became friends,” Antonioni later said. “Then things evolved. A relationship was born and a series of films.” With a husky voice, a mop of blond hair and strong features that caught the camera’s eye even when she wasn’t center-screen, Vitti starred in five Antonioni pictures, instantly 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.” **ENLARGING MOVIES** The gentleman from Ferrara wouldn’t consider it among his signal accomplishments, but with a couple of seconds in _Blowup_, he changed Hollywood history. The movie was produced by Carlo Ponti and was to be distributed by Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, the stately old lion of American film studios. But the industry ratings board wouldn’t give the picture a seal because, during a photo-shoot romp, the model Jane Birkin allowed the briefest display of pubic hair. Instead of trimming the scene to the board’s specifications, MGM honored Antonioni’s version of the film, invented a subsidiary, Premier Productions, and sent _Blowup_ out under that logo. The film was a surprise hit and ushered in the era of permissive American cinema. For about a decade, thanks to Antonioni, Hollywood movies had permission to be enigmatic, unflinching and adult. Permission was denied when _Jaws_ and _Star Wars_ proved that kids, not adults, were the engine that drove profits. But that revolution was ancillary. (So was the _Blowup_ rave-up performed by the Yardbirds, including the young Jimmy Page and Jeff Beck.) Artistically, Antonioni was after bigger game, and bagged it. As critic Adriano Apra says on the Criterion edition of _Eclipse_: “In film each auteur gives us his distinctive perception of the world. Antonioni goes beyond that. He always invents a world of his own.” Apra means that literally, especially regarding the director’s first two color features. _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. “I have to put into the landscape the colors needed,” Antonioni said, “to express a certain state of mind…to violate, so to speak, this reality, to adapt it to the purposes of my story.” He was no less reluctant to give London a makeover for _Blowup_. “I actually painted trees, streets, houses. … I changed a small part of London to make it more London than London.” Under his brush, the grass was greener, the phone booths a more violent red. (Redgrave was given auburn hair.) The intent this time was not political. It was to show the power that a visual artist has over reality — and the limits of that power. Hemmings’ Thomas (loosely based on David Bailey) is a magazine photographer on top of the fashion world. He speeds through London in his Rolls convertible, communicating with business associates on his dashboard two-way radio. Larking about like a fifth Beatle, he’s got a casual swagger that says, This is my town. So does his brutal way with the anorexic goddesses who pose for him. In a shoot with the model Verushka, he shouts insults, whispers endearments, straddles her like a rough lover with his camera clicking away at her simulated passion, then immediately stops and walks away when he has the shots he needs. That’s for money. For art (a book he’s assembling) he takes grainy monochrome shots of scrawny old men in welfare hotels. Or he’ll go to a quiet park to snap pictures of pigeons… or of that couple kissing furtively 50 yards away. The woman in the couple (Redgrave) notices him and pursues him to get the apparently incriminating photos back. “My private life is already in a mess,” she says when she trails Thomas to his studio. “It would be a disaster if…” He interrupts flippantly: “Nothing like a little disaster for sorting things out.” But later, when he starts developing the roll of film, he slowly concludes that he may have photographed a dead man — may have the evidence of a murder. The scene in which he enlarges the shots until a long wall is papered with pieces of the mystery, then scrutinizes them to find a meaning, is a 10-1/2min. tour de force, silent except for the briefest phone conversation. It puts Thomas in the position of a movie director, editing the film he’s shot, seeking to impose narrative logic on shuffled images. He is also the viewer of an Antonioni film, who is willing to follow a mysterious story where it leads him while hoping against hope it might be resolved. At any rate, Thomas is no passive pawn of his own weak will. He’s a smart, resourceful detective, a hip Hercule Poirot. And Hemmings, 24 when the film was made, is perfect as a rare Antonioni alpha male. On screen for every scene, he invests the role with discretion, daring and the look of a fallen seraph. Do pictures tell the truth? Or is the reality revealed by photographs another seductive deceiver, a trick the mind plays on the eye, like the persistence-of-vision trompe l’oeil that makes the consecutive images clicking through a movie projector at 24 frames per second seem like one continuous moving image. Antonioni, true to his creed, won’t say — unless we are to take _Blowup_‘s last shot as the answer to this larger question. Thomas is seen from a distance alone on a green field. And then he disappears, as Anna had in _L’Avventura_. This is the anticonjuror’s dogma: not seeing is believing. **STROKE OF GENIUS** In the next 14 years Antonioni made only two fiction features: the bleak and glorious _Zabriskie Point_ and the meandering _Passenger_, with its one climactic sequence of nearly unrivaled technical virtuosity. He didn’t fall out of critical or popular favor so much as he gracefully receded from view, like Thomas at the end of _Blowup_. By the late ’70s the movie environment had changed, and not for the better. Hollywood was reluctant to finance the chancy projects of a double-domed European of Social Security age, when kids in L.A. could bring in hundreds of millions with their clever toy movies. On a smaller but no less ambitious scale, Antonioni kept experimenting. He reunited with Vitti for _The Mystery of Oberwald_ (1981), which used the new video technology to repaint forests, walls, gowns in an expert riot of surreal colors. He continued even after a 1985 stroke robbed him of speech. His four short segments in _Beyond the Clouds_ had the old camera suavity and started to make explicit the erotic yearnings of his ’60s films. He could not have made this film, and his 2003 contribution to the omnibus project _Eros_, without his wife Enrica, through whom he communicated with his casts and crews. It was a gross irony that speech should desert the director who had virtually patented the theme of man’s inability to communicate. Before he stroke he had addressed his lingering reputation with characteristic wryness: “I’ve always carried this ‘incommunicability’ around with me. But no one doubts that this incommunicability exists. If everyone attributes it to me, this means I communicated it. Therefore, I am not incommunicable.” And some emotions don’t need words. In 1992, Antonioni received an award from the Italian government, and the assembled dignitaries lined up to congratulate him. Suddenly there was Fellini. Bursting with love and energy, he hugged his old colleague and gently caressed the back of Antonioni’s head. A huge smile lighted his face; his cheeks were dappled with tears. The vital Fellini was dead in a year; Antonioni lived another 15\. **On The Web:** [Ingmar Bergman Obituary](/time/arts/article/0,8599,1648084,00.html) [Woody on Bergman](/time/arts/article/0,8599,1648084,00.html) [Criterion _L’Avventura_](http://www.criterion.com/asp/release.asp?id=98&eid=107§ion=essay) [The Mystery of Oberwald](/time/magazine/article/0,9171,953159,00.html) ```json [{"@context":"https://schema.org","@type":"NewsArticle","@id":"https://time.com/archive/6908384/when-antonioni-blew-up-the-movies/","mainEntityOfPage":{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https://time.com/archive/6908384/when-antonioni-blew-up-the-movies/"},"headline":"When Antonioni Blew Up the Movies","datePublished":"2007-08-05T04:00:00.000Z","dateModified":"2026-03-22T15:25:24.505Z","description":"Two supreme American novelists, F. 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