L’Avventura dir. Michaelangelo Antonioni (1960)
A woman is presented as our main character. Then she disappears. Other characters search for her and then stop bothering. Her bereaved (?) lover and friend become lovers themselves. She is replaced in their lives by each other. Her story is replaced in the movie with their story of giving up the search.
The film deliberately makes meaning meaningless. With the disappearance of the apparently protagonist, we’re left floundering, grasping for a story. The surviving characters mirror this. They’re left floundering and grasping as well. We watch them make up the new story for us as we go - they search, then they don’t, one resists the other’s advances then she doesn’t, they’re in love, then they’re not. They travel, then they don’t. It makes sense, then it doesn’t. Olivier Assayas points out that the film doesn’t judge it’s characters. They make morally questionable choices (becoming lovers mere days after the disappearance) but the film doesn’t condemn them for it. They’re in the process of making up meaning as well. Existentialism literally at work.
Ebert calls the film a “melancholy moral desert.” He’s not wrong, exactly. But the idea of morality doesn’t seem to apply at all, whether by presence or absence. The film is a sort of counterpoint to moralism. A thing happens, followed by other things. End. Ebert is drawn to the emptiness of the characters’ lives - idle rich doing idle rich things and finding them without meaning. As he writes, “It is impossible to be happy simply because one is ceaselessly entertained.” Again, he’s not wrong, but his reading is. It’s not a critique of bourgeois malaise and ennui. It’s a critique of meaning itself.
In some ways, it pairs well with Psycho: also released in 1960, also subverts narrative expectation. But, whereas in Hitchcock’s world when one story is lopped off two take its place, in Antonioni’s no story is possible or even desirable. Hitchcock’s “post-narrative” cinema is still muscular and action-oriented, even if cut loose from the customary protagonist anchor. But L’Avventura is fluid, languid, always on the verge of dissolution. It could float away on a sea breeze.










