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An epic portrait of late Sixties America, as seen through the portrayal of two of its children: anthropology student Daria (who's helping a property developer build a village in the Los Angeles desert) and dropout Mark (who's wanted by the authorities for allegedly killing a policeman during a student riot)...
To get a stronger grasp on this films ideas and intent one must first comprehend this piece of trivia: Michelangelo Antonioni's original ending was a shot of an airplane sky-writing the phrase "Fuck You, America". Venomous though it may be—and it doesn't need that last shot to drive its message home—it's a markedly seductive and inviting rendition of American socio-political structures through the lense of youthful/foreign cynicism, however patent. If the man's language is guns, you talk to him with a gun, so says a miscellaneous hippie. Antonioni's language isn't the type to end with lingering gun smoke, though watching credits roll by isn't far from it. "The audiences won't like it" MGM insisted, well, "That's the same old jive…
With each viewing, its dramatic "weaknesses" recede and its pure cinematic beauty resonates more clearly.
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The counterculture undercurrents present throughout Antonioni’s career epitomize in Zabriskie Point, an alternately wistful and cynical outsider view of America that is more of an ironized dream-vision of the States. As a place where a hippie can just steal a plane and get away with it until he tries to repent, Antonioni views America as a hazily capitalist and off-centered country. The result of this impression is a confusing and multivious film whose thought-provoking trait and aesthetic supremacy make it one of the Italian master’s most inflaming, albeit frustrating, efforts.
The protagonist hippies are Mark, a witty dropout enraged by conventions and thus forever bored, and Daria, an anthropology student who comes to…
What Antonioni CAN'T do has always been as mind-blowing as what he can do. See Ingmar Bergman's infamous assessment that Antonioni is an amateur. In this film, Antonioni can't do anything; least of all, film two people talking to each other. Previously he never tried to film a conversation. He makes an honest attempt to do so here, and therein lies the problem: Antonioni doesn't have an honest bone in his body.
We have to have the courage to admit that in the past hundred years all art has been reduced to complaining. An artist is lesser or greater depending on how much he complains. They call it ‘denunciation’. The fact is that it’s complaining, because if it were protest…
This may be Antonioni's half-forgotten masterpiece (although L'Eclisse is definitely better) which acts as a takedown of not just American values and the supposed 'American dream' but proposes the idea that there is no such thing as 'the American value' or 'the American dream' - it's a wondrous anti-celebration of life.
Sure, yeah, the leads are terrible and the dialogue betrays the fact that seemingly everyone with a remote connection to the project got a say in it, but this may honestly be, barring some rewatches of Antonioni films I wasn't prepared for at the time, my second favorite of his films after RED DESERT. Alternately wistful and cynical outsider view of America, a place where a hippie can just take a plane and get away with it, until he tries to repent. The callously arranged female models of BLOWUP give way to outright mannequins animated by ad companies who see people only as clotheshorse to prop up their products. Its dream-vision of the States thus ironized, it's nevertheless the most…
Zabriskie Point is just over and I am soaring. Flowing and soaring above the dead city in a painted airplane of soothing green and glowing red.
The film is deeply cynic, beautiful, spectacularly composed and explosively anti-explosive.
Death with an unshot gun, love with no orgasm, it seems Michelangelo Antonioni was building up too a film with death and unrealized vengenace in its wake - right till the very end, where the false, gass caged, plastic wrapped America crashes down in a sea of flames, burning books, into a pit of whirling smoke as uncertain as the life it used to lead.
The life of the dead desert, the walk on the wild side of insane sanity. The realization of…
Before watching this I was watching some trendy Norwegian movie about going blind that was competently shot but ultimately just a reflection of what can be accomplished with digital photography and nice lighting; I saw it sputtering to completion in the same way it was going, and then I thought, I want to watch the Antonioni movie I got.
I've seen three of Antonioni's color films on 35mm, Red Desert, Blow-Up, and the Passenger, and until now, I might have said his black and white ones are generally better. And in contrast to a trendy festival movie made with your recent wife, they're all cinematic. That's what's made me able to watch my La Notte bluray countless times - at…
I've always been slightly annoyed at non-American directors who propose to understand everything that is wrong with American culture. America is far from perfect, but so is every other country in the world, and each should focus on figuring out its own problems before taking on those of another (are you listening, George Bush?).
"Zabriskie Point" is Michelangelo Antonioni's would-be scathing critique of America's consumerist culture as it existed in 1970, and like the other Antonioni films I've seen, it's more of an endurance test than anything. It's capped by an explosive (literally) finale, during which the female protagonist imagines all manner of consumer goods (refrigerators, television sets, dinnerware), not to mention the desert home of her boss, a corporate…
Antonioni’s only American film for the longest time divided opinions. I guess that a film so enmeshed in Californian hippie culture had to suffer the same sort of backlash. But in the end Zabriskie Point has aged beautifully (safe the pantomime orgy in the desert which always was silly and could have been the stuff of legend if Antonioni had asked Pasolini for advice. Although legend has it that the F.B.I. were already investigating Antonioni, hoping he would go too far.) You can trace its influence to Fight Club in cinema and the books of Don DeLillo. And it would nowadays make a great double bill with Inherent Vice.
Zabriskie Point is a dreamy film which actually casts an interesting…
A lot of Zabriskie Point seemed like its deliberate aim was to disorient: in many sequences, I had no idea who the characters were or what they were doing. Part of this lies in Antonioni’s insistence in staging elaborate transportation sequences, be it by plane, train, or automobile. At one point a character even hijacks a plane (not in a terrorizing way, rather by way of arbitrary mischief). I had the thought of what the next step is after you steal a plane from a hanger, what could be the next development in such a scheme…?
The beginning of the film intensely reminded me of the same sentiment and ethos exhibited by Drive, He Said (one of two glorious movies…
That ending though
Yeah...I don't know about this one.
If it wasn't the acting, then it was the pacing that ruined it for me. Felt like I've been watching this film all afternoon.
It did look good, though, so at least there was that. And the ending was spectacular, but I can't help but feel that was done in order to rise the audience out of the coma they'll have gone into about 20 minutes into the film.
Someone who loves this film is probably reading this and is amazed that the symbolism and subtext might have gone right over my head. It didn't, it simply bludgeoned me in the face for 110 minutes and I didn't bother to defend myself.
Might have been great back then, doesn't even seem to make a dent now.
Yes, the acting was noticeably shit at many times...But I came here for the film's cinematography, music, anti-Americanism and, of course, the infamous desert orgy scene (which turned out to be stunning). Everything that worked so well here has me completely stumped as to why this is remembered as such a total failure. A remarkably beautiful piece of film.
That being said, it does become a bit dull here and there. There are moments where I kept wanting more, but got less. Definitely would have preferred less plane flying and car driving...
There are some things I did like about this movie. The sweeping landscape shots, its rhythm, THE ENDING. That being said, it's difficult getting past the awful dialogue and the one-dimensional way in which it portrays the United States. Plus, can you imagine the amount of sand they got in their butts?
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