L’Eclisse

Yet another plot-less art film from Antonioni about the tedium of life in early middle age. Wonderfully shot, but that wasn’t enough to keep me engaged. It’s filled with overly long scenes that do nothing to drive the threadbare narrative forward. There’s one showing a stock market crash which is literally twelve minutes of screaming, hand-gesturing Italian floor traders. Maybe he was trying to make a point about the animalistic nature of capitalism, instead he made a point about the need for film editors. Then there’s also a scene involving a character who, on a whim, painted herself up to play like she was a black African. This didn’t bother me for its racial insensitivity as much as it did for the fact that it would take hours to apply, let alone clean off, all that make-up.