pretentious late bullshit from antonioni without any of his early existential angst or feelings of void. the corny sex scenes are ridiculous. only the scene of the driving in the fog has some menacing and disturbing atmosphere, but it doesn't evolve into anything.
Antonioni's films from the start have been a kind of investigative recording of urban Italy's fleshy surfaces, from the earthy post-war years in the Po Valley to the strange chic of the industrial boom, to the point where Italy was so abstract he had to go to Britain and China. Now Italy is old but pretending to youth; rotting villas,syringes, OMD and fog coexist. The drama of an old man in a young man's shoes.
This movie was just too damn slow, even for Antonioni. All in all it just lacks that certain passion that so many other Antonioni films had. The best part of this film is the amazing fog sequence but sadly that is not enough to save this film.
I was thinking of 4 stars, but then i let it soak in. The scene with the fog is stupendous and the ending is just perfect. A world dominated by women, a man's obsession with the feminine figure. Or the whole world obsessed with it: Mavi looking in the mirror while the director makes her come is not narcisistic, is more of homoerotic. Women are always Antonioni's favorites, but in here he pays is definite homage.
Tragic misfire, because Antonioni is a genius. You can see how he assembled the pieces, but he just didn't know how to put it together. Perhaps a bit blinded by his love of the naked female form which started with 'Zabriskie Point' and ended with 'Beyond the Clouds'.