Masterpiece. Keep your eyes peeled for the portrait of a bizarrely fat man with a bizarrely small head in the background to the scene when Mastroianni is taken to a guy's office for a job offer. Also there's a race horse with a great name, unfortunately I can't remember what it was.
Certainly worth the rewatch after soooo many years. But then I would watch again ANYTHING featuring the wondrous Jeanne Moreau. But two things now puzzle me - how come the jazz band's instruments appear not to have suffered from the torrential rain, and was that a rape we were witnessing in the closing sequence? Continuity clanger. Jeanne leaves the diving board WITHOUT her shoes, but is later seen carrying them...)
"Who wrote that?" "You did." An elegant depiction of the breakdown of a relationship with a subtle haze of melancholy which builds to that excellent final ten minutes. The use of space, light and architecture to emphasis the alienation between Mastroianni and Moreau, both to each other and their surroundings, was astonishingly effective. Not my favourite Antonioni but still very, very impressive.
Intensely serious, and achingly modernist. Antonioni's detached style at times reduces characters to figures in the landscape, appropriate to his scathing view of Italian society and the discontents of modernity. Are we moderns really so incapable of communicating with each other? Nevertheless, this is a masterpiece, with an incredible final scene.
I've watched a few of Antonioni's films & found this the hardest to digest. Like his other films, La Notte is it at its best when its showing the alluring mundanity of life. There's a warmth in the way he depicts the smaller details of people & the world around them. The narrative itself is slow and ponderous full of draining apthy. La Notte's themes of alienation linger with you rather than grip you at the time.