L’Eclisse (1962)

Starting at her breakup with another man, this tells the story of literary translator Monica Vitti’s months long relationship with Alain Delon, her mother’s stockbroker. I mostly go into films for the stories they tell and there just isn’t much story here. It’s more a poetic mix of images and moments from a short period in the woman’s life. It also includes a bit of unexpected off-putting blackface and ugly colonist views during one sequence visiting her neighbor. I’ll try the rest of Antonioni’s trilogy at some point, but it’s possible it’s just not my sort of thing.