Death in Venice (1971)
Country: IT
Technical: col/scope 128m
Director: Luchino Visconti
Cast: Dirk Bogarde, Bjorn Andresen, Silvana Mangano
Synopsis:
Thoman Mann's novella of a homosexual composer who conceives a passionate regard for a flaxen-haired youth while dying of consumption in Venice is here given a heavy Mahlerian gloss by a music-loving homosexual director.
Review:
While it is undeniably beautiful at times, and affectingly played by Bogarde, the transcendent qualities of this rather ponderous film have been much exaggerated thanks to the genius of Mahler's Adagietto and Visconti's nostalgic evocation of fin de siècle decadence. Any human interest in the characters is constantly dissipated - expressly or not - by the director's dogged use of pans and zooms in covering the action.
Country: IT
Technical: col/scope 128m
Director: Luchino Visconti
Cast: Dirk Bogarde, Bjorn Andresen, Silvana Mangano
Synopsis:
Thoman Mann's novella of a homosexual composer who conceives a passionate regard for a flaxen-haired youth while dying of consumption in Venice is here given a heavy Mahlerian gloss by a music-loving homosexual director.
Review:
While it is undeniably beautiful at times, and affectingly played by Bogarde, the transcendent qualities of this rather ponderous film have been much exaggerated thanks to the genius of Mahler's Adagietto and Visconti's nostalgic evocation of fin de siècle decadence. Any human interest in the characters is constantly dissipated - expressly or not - by the director's dogged use of pans and zooms in covering the action.
Country: IT
Technical: col/scope 128m
Director: Luchino Visconti
Cast: Dirk Bogarde, Bjorn Andresen, Silvana Mangano
Synopsis:
Thoman Mann's novella of a homosexual composer who conceives a passionate regard for a flaxen-haired youth while dying of consumption in Venice is here given a heavy Mahlerian gloss by a music-loving homosexual director.
Review:
While it is undeniably beautiful at times, and affectingly played by Bogarde, the transcendent qualities of this rather ponderous film have been much exaggerated thanks to the genius of Mahler's Adagietto and Visconti's nostalgic evocation of fin de siècle decadence. Any human interest in the characters is constantly dissipated - expressly or not - by the director's dogged use of pans and zooms in covering the action.