Red Desert

Masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece. Now a serious review: This is one of the best visual media my eyes have ever graced. A truly terrifying exploration of disconnection, the inability to understand the world around you is something horrific, and the way it progressively becomes more destructive and incomprehensible makes it seem that there is nothing to understand but emptiness, the overwhelming sense of belonging to an uncaring world. By far his darkest and, dare I say, most profound work. Antonioni is already the master of existentialism, but this goes even deeper, treading dangerously into nihilistic dread, ambiguously asking grand questions that he purposely leaves unanswered for the audience to sink into. My world has bewilderingly changed, maybe forever. Also by far Vitti’s best performance. I already loved her in La Notte and L’Avventura, but this is her at the top of her game, and it is marvelous to see.