A beautiful final film from the master of ornate-yet-stoic emotions. Visconti is one of the under-appreciated movie geniuses, perhaps because his uniqueness is so old-fashioned. I think he's most fresh precisely when he's most mannered.
It's like a long walk in a museum, the production design being gorgeous. Even if I find the last scene between Giannini and O'Neill too long, the film is, in my opinion, a great introduction to both late XIXth century Italian literature and Visconti filmography. Highly recommended.
"If one day I were to judge my existence I wouldn't want to feel ashamed"
A damning delivery to the Nietzschean lead man who feels that neither man nor God can judge him. So he sinks deeper and deeper into this darkly decadent and disturbing tale of fin de siècle haunted desire and obsession leading to insanity. The torpidity only adding to the atmosphere of sultry immorality. Breathtaking mise en scène and music.
A dark tale of villainy, madness and obsession. L'Innocente's ravishing opulence dazzles as Visconti sweeps us along in a slow, baroque arc toward the inevitable, black-hearted disaster. Shiveringly beautiful.