L’Avventura

I was angry at this movie last night, but I’m doing better now. 

There was a weirdly post apocalyptic atmosphere, with the abandoned town, stark landscape, missing women villagers, and the zombie like hoards of leering men who were whipped into a frenzy by the Amazonian whore. Sandro creeped me out as well, with his rough hands, incessant pursuit and fickle "heart". 

Claudia was breathtaking beautiful with her perfect hair.  I wished for such a hair style—okay, I was distracted. When I wasn’t distracted, I was silently yelling at the screen, “No, Claudia, you can do better”, but then remembered the zombie men and thought, “Well, maybe not.” I imagined a more satisfying ending shot, but once again, a heroine chose to be a better person than I. 

Hmm, mystery solved. I was angry at myself.

The abandoned plot took a while for me to get used to, but then I let it go and continued on the meandering journey of the characters. There was so much emptiness and “always seeking never finding” with this movie. No one looked for life to be any different. Step on the conveyor belt and let the world pass by. I appreciate that it opened up a new way of considering film, but that is about the extent of its draw for me—appreciation. 

There was something that bothered me. No movie should make me hate the thought of going to Italy; it’s a crime really. At the time, Italy’s travel bureau was probably none too happy.