Firstly this film is gorgeous to watch - a noirish city of glass, golf greens, high-rises and rubble. Story wise, what starts off slow, literally on a seemingly aimless wander, begins to unspool into a search for answers, connections and just being able to feel something different in the face of a mundane future. Wasn't 100% into the final third's love-square angle but each character is fascinating in their silence.
Un final como el de "La aventura"; sobre los amantes al borde de la crisis emocional pero que terminan abriendo una puerta a la reconciliación, una que por cierto (luego de haber visto lo que vimos) se anuncia como provisoria. "La noche" es la historia sobre el hombre egoísta que perdió el amor y la mujer que ama y sufre, está en constante reflexión, huyendo de la ciudad y deambulando entre lo simbólico, lo taciturno
For me it was more engaging than "L'Avventura", and in spite of being equally slow-paced, gloomy and self-absorbed in its leading couple's depressions and ramblings, the party and the city of Milan provided a better dynamic for the story. Jeanne Moreau and Marcello Mastroianni were amazing in displaying such emptiness and feeling of defeat throughout the film, but that last scene really was the most memorable!
Antonioni presents twenty-four hours in the breakdown of a 'typical' middle class marriage.. The middle section of his trilogy on bourgeois alienation has little plot and focuses on a couple who are tired and drained, yet it has a tremendous force and vitality and its longish sequences pass by in a flash. If you do not find their preoccupations and way of life admirable, then that is exactly what Antonioni intended..
Antonioni really knows how to speak the language of the lost. Love in the modern/contemporary world, with it's decreasing "traditional" values, shown here in it's most depressing and degrading stage. The only question is, can it be avoided, or can it only be like that?
Cool. Elegant. Intellectual. Is our environment a reflection of ourselves, or are we just the sum of our vicinities? Once we become accustomed to something, can we still be passionate about it? As time passes, people start to fade into the milieu, interest vanishes, love disappears without leaving any trace, everything rusts.