The second feature we saw at Film Forum Sunday was an old
favorite, Michelangelo Antonioni’s L’Avventura
(1960). Me and that film go way
back. The first time I saw it was on a
ten-inch black and white television, broadcast on the local PBS station in the mid-Seventies. Even under those conditions it made an
indelible impression. I’d never before
seen such controlled composition of shots.
For many, the film is the quintessential art-house
film. It’s slow-moving, it’s subtitled,
it’s vague and a bit elliptical, it’s got plenty of upper-class ennui and
little uncomfortable brushes with the masses, it’s got an arch attitude toward
the people it portrays while all the while not denying its perspective is “of”
them and “for” them. And it’s Italian
rather than French. The French auteurs
were the ones with radical ideas and a counter-intuitive fondness for Hollywood
genre films. The Italians created a
different kind of film vocabulary without deliberate ideological significance,
much as Japan did. In other words,
cinema was a significant industry in both countries, both defeated in World
War II and both achieving mastery of this most modern of arts in the post-war
period. The reception of films by the
likes of Antonioni and Kurosawa, of Fellini and Ozu, I suspect, had much to do
with their ability to play to the humanism that was already fading in the
glitzier productions coming from the US and UK.
To the victors go the spoils?
Yes, and the irony.
L’Avventura doesn’t
exactly wear its heart on its sleeve, but the sense that some kind of emotional
connection is what we most desire is a given.
We can tell that Anna (Lea Massari) is discontented from the start—she’s
snippy with her partician patriarch of a dad, she’s blasé with her best friend
Claudia (Monica Vitti, in the role that made her name), and vaguely disgruntled
with her well-meaning hunk of a boyfriend, Sandro (Gabriele Ferzetti). The trio is off on a jaunt on a yacht with
some slightly older Meditteranean types—one couple combines a rather imperious
woman with a dogged male admirer, the other, a somewhat ditzy dame, Giulia, and
her sarcastic older male partner, Corrado.
Anna seems determined to break through her boredom. First, there’s her precipitate plunge into the water from the fast-moving boat, then there’s her cry that she’s seen a shark—while most of the party is in the water—then she admits to Claudia that there was no shark, and then—on a visit to a small rocky island and after words of disgruntlement with Sandro—no Anna. Where did she go? No one knows. Could she be hiding? Was there a boat no one saw that she hitched a ride on? Did she plunge to her death off a cliff?
Anna seems determined to break through her boredom. First, there’s her precipitate plunge into the water from the fast-moving boat, then there’s her cry that she’s seen a shark—while most of the party is in the water—then she admits to Claudia that there was no shark, and then—on a visit to a small rocky island and after words of disgruntlement with Sandro—no Anna. Where did she go? No one knows. Could she be hiding? Was there a boat no one saw that she hitched a ride on? Did she plunge to her death off a cliff?
We could say that Anna’s disappearance is the film’s “red
herring.” It poses a question that is
never answered and if viewers expect that issue to be resolved, they will be
disappointed. I can’t say anything about
that because before I ever saw the film I already knew that that wasn’t the
point. The film introduces Anna only to
get her out of the way. She is the means
by which Claudia and Sandro become lovers, and that’s fairly ingenious, as such
things go. Claudia doesn’t get him after
a break between Anna and Sandro, nor after the definite death of Anna, nor even
in the absence of Anna, in the sense of when the cat’s away…. No, Anna is there and not there. She’s the reason Claudia and Sandro are
together, as they travel up the coast, following up on rumored sightings of
Anna.
Into the somewhat aimless lives of these people comes a
sense of mystery. Is Anna leading them
on? Is Anna simply a pretext? The dissatisfaction with Sandro that we saw
in Anna might end up passing to her friend, but for now, Anna has provided them—in
absentia—an opportunity to discover if there was a real romance simmering all
along. The film creates a situation in
which the possibility of a second romance within a triangle gets to be
explored. Key to that theme are the
different responses of Claudia and Sandro to Anna’s disappearance. The latter wastes no time coming on to
Claudia—the very morning after the night spent on the island in hopes Anna will
appear, he attempts to kiss her. It is
as if, by choosing to remain with Sandro and Corrado, Claudia has become Anna’s
replacement, for Sandro. When he follows
her onto a train, it becomes clear that his “search” for Anna is really a
pursuit of Claudia.
Claudia, in a performance of great subtlety by Vitti, is very clearly content to be “second banana” to Anna. Anna is the capricious one, the well-to-do one, the one who lends her clothes and maybe even her boyfriend, if the mood struck her.
Claudia is more beautiful but she seems not to realize it, in part because she is herself an observer. Two scenes are set-up to establish this. In the first, a beautiful young girl with a tear in her dress nearly sparks a riot among cruising males who seem to see her state as an unavoidable provocation. The girl, Gloria Perkins, is an aspiring actress and so it could all be a publicity stunt. Later, Claudia waits outside a hotel where Anna may be staying while Sandro goes inside to investigate. Claudia is “scoped” relentlessly by every man on the street, as they begin to gather like flies. The amusement of Gloria is set against the distress of Claudia. At the same time, the message that she too could have “any man” shows not only the fascination with blondes in this culture but the degree to which Sandro, in switching from Anna to Claudia, is doing what “anyone” would do, in his position.
Antonioni toys with this notion by having Claudia wear a
blouse belonging to Anna, by having Claudia present when a young
pseudo-artistic prince comes on to Giulia, claiming he prefers her to Claudia,
and when he has Claudia don a black wig.
In each instance, the film manages to convey Claudia’s
perspective. She is self-conscious each time. She never aspires to be a
femme fatale, or even Sandro’s lover.
She only becomes the latter, we realize, by falling in love with him. The scene on the rooftop ringing the bells
presents her rare unself-conscious enjoyment of a moment—after she has finally
accepted Sandro as her lover in the fields outside Noto—subsequently become
ecstatic the morning after they sleep together.
Vitti enacts the joy of a woman in love with playful abandon and Sandro
seems like a rather tiresome stiff in comparison.
Alone, Sandro does things like spoil a stranger’s
architectural drawing (Sandro is a frustrated architect) and eventually, at a
party that Claudia chooses not to attend, is spotted by Gloria Perkins, who
makes a deliberate effort to get his attention as a desirable solo male. They spend the night on a couch, only to be
discovered there, still engaged with one another, by Claudia. The final sequence of the film is rightly
famous as a wordless stretch of time in which the two move toward rapprochement,
Antonioni’s sense of space and composition acting as silent commentary.
That element of the film has been present all along—for instance with the shot framing Claudia below through a window while we are with Sandro and Anna in his bedroom, or with the figures against the barren island, or with the placing of Sandro and Anna against rock and water. The use of walls and voids creates a visual texture that comes to have a rigor we grasp as the point of view of the film. We see not only people in space and in groups and against backgrounds—as in any film—but we see them as figures in compositions, their actions and passions contained by a sense of artistry that, rather than intruding or distracting, provides meaning. How things look is inseparable from how things feel. Antonioni’s assertion is that only cinema allows us fully to register this aspect of existence. And this is a film to see that proven.
Viewing
it this time, after The Servant, I
was conscious of the fact that humor was rather lacking—that irony I spoke of
earlier—and that the print was nowhere near as pristine as the one we’d been
treated to of Losey’s film. I believe my
copy of the Criterion DVD is sharper, but one thing that came across to me more
than before was the score. The music
adds odd commentary to the visuals, often feeling oppressive, or building in
ways that suggest discomfort or anxiousness.
There’s a brooding quality that adds a certain solemnity to it all, but
that also deadens any sense that the characters have any independence from the
terms in which they are presented. L’Avventura presents a formal and
rigorous artistry that surrounds human impermanence with a sense of austere
beauty, and finds in Monica Vitti a figure whose expressive resources add a
subjective contrast to the sense of detachment.
The film never fails to fascinate me.
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