The most frustrating and conflicting reaction I’ve had to a film I was so excited to see in a while.
There’s some lovely stuff here but as an admirer of both Visconti and Mann this can’t help but feel very disappointing to me. A lot of longing that’s expressed throughout but not really felt.
I mean really; some lovely stuff. Mahler and that photography, all those stately frames and those zooms; but Jesus, I was bored as shit!