This film plays like an Antonioni greatest hits album (in the best kind of way). Its storyline is essentially a more male-dominated L'Avventura and contains the gorgeous roaming camera and architectural framing that made that film, as well as the others in the trilogy, so amazing. "Identification" also uses the storytelling conceit from Red Desert and the psychedelic visuals from Zabrisikie Point to much better ends
Antonioni remains elusive in this hauntingly gorgeous tale of the sexes. As always, we must leave plot at the doorstep & open ourselves up to bizarre wanderings of the characters who are consistently subject to the physical landscape around them. They move in & out of fog. They ascend & descend staircases, meandering empty streets after hours. In Antonioni's cinema, we are meant to feel rather than fully understand.