After surviving a car accident, a neurotic young woman finds her anxieties exacerbated in a harsh industrial landscape. 1964's Red Desert (Il deserto rosso) is a movie with a surprisingly gorgeous aesthetic given the fact that its about a woman going mad in an environment that seems to stymie her every attempt to form an emotional connexion.
The director, Michelangelo Antonioni, said in an interview about the film that he is not an opponent of industrial progress and claimed he even sometimes found factories and smokestacks more visually interesting than a forest of similar pine trees. Certainly he didn’t hesitate to spoil a natural environment and many of the film’s stunning visuals were attained by spray painting trees, soil, and grass.
Monica Vitti plays Giuliana, a young woman forced to live in this place because of her husband’s job. In the film’s first scene, she bizarrely begs a man to sell her his half eaten sandwich. It’s the first sign of dysfunction in her attempts to connect with people. Her every impulse seems only to go halfway—she wants to open a shop and her husband’s money has already bought a location—but she has no clear idea what to sell. She finds herself attracted to her husband’s colleague, Corrado (Richard Harris), but doesn’t seem to quite know how to have an affair.
The colour red recurs, always striking against the film’s otherwise predominant blacks and greys. It’s not as on the nose as Marnie but it clearly seems to reflect heightened sensitivity for Giuliana, whether its a near orgy in a little red cabin on a boat or the crimson beams of antenna she’s told are designed for listening to the stars.
Watching the film conveys a strange combination of dread and serenity. It’s available on The Criterion Channel.
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