Sorry
my readers (if I have any) for my delay in posting the last film tip
review. This is all about my excessive amazement of this 1964's
masterpiece of cinema, Red Desert by Michelangelo Antonioni.
Red
Desert (1964) scares me. I watch it and just wonder how someone
can go so deep with no much more than a camera. Red Desert is
exiguous, dry and
minimal, yet at the same time, this aesthetic of scarcity is immense.
It conveys intensity and temporal perception. If I searched for a
cinematographic experience of
exile, here it is. This film revealed to me “what cinema
could be”. Before that, I
had barely grasped the potential of cinema. After that, I began to
believe in cinema more than I could stand.
Red
Desert astonishes me. Maybe this paralyzing effect is related to
prolonged scenes that follow the quase-imoblity of the main
character's body. Giuliana (Monica Vitti) is paralyzed in a vague
gaze that just sees doom and emptiness. A precariousness of
movements, a difficulty to act and almost noreaction constitute the
fragile manner through which Giulina's body inscribes itself in
landscapes and filmscapes: in the factory, in the debris, at the
empty house, in an uninhabited alleyway. Frames and camera movements
describe a loneliness that the character embitters, that her gaze
delivers when it unveils the emptiness of that place. The outside is
the disclosure of Giuliana's inside; thereby, the mystery of her
madness is not restricted
within dialogues and actions; it lengthens along the world she
looks at.
Red
Desert engulfs me. Maybe that happens because Giuliana's misery
was everywhere, not only in the place or in the relationships, but
also on us, the spectators. In one of the scenes, she eats a sandwich
like a little cornered animal hiding behind a bush, which is just a
banal action that reveals
a lot due to the way it was filmed. Her experience of isolation,
disorientation, disconnection, and despair, is our aesthetic
experience. We see what she sees: sorrowful cinematographic
landscapes and colors. That film seems to let us be led by the world.
Antonioni gives himself to the world, to the time of things that
simply are there, without giving his signature up. Like a film critic
said, in a Film Quarterly review
from 1965, that Italian director “is trying to make pictures, not
dramatic movies”.