Original title: Il deserto rosso
Can a beautiful poetic film be set in an absurd world of grey industry? Yes it can. This film is very slow, very poetic and very filled with the "angst" of existentialism. Monica Witti (especially) and Richard Harris (yes, the American) are quite good in this film that in its style resembles Polanski's The Knife in the Water.
Plot? There isn't any. And why must there be one?
Nowadays I get happy just by seeing a film that wasn't made to make money, to entertain or even to teach. Why must a film be made to entertain? This is a true piece of film art. A film that just expresses.
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