[RED DESERT screens Saturday April 14th at 5:00pm and Sunday April 15th at 7:55pm at the Cleveland Cinematheque.]
Review by Ben Lybarger
At one level, RED DESERT calls into question whether the conventional notion of civilization's progress is at all existentially fulfilling, or whether we have our collective eyes on a future that only looks good from afar. From Guiliana's perspective, it appears that the sum total of most human pursuits is just one big, vapid distraction with caustic consequences. Perhaps more interestingly, though, the film seeks to determine whether the residues of human progress can also be beautiful. Unlike his main character, whose melodramadness culminates in a desperate dockside soliloquy, Antonioni instead appears to revel in the noisy environments and blighted regions, digging into the toxic muck of modernity to find the visual poetry of pollution.
While RED DESERT successfully makes a cinematic argument in favor of a perverse aesthetic that heralds the coming of a denatured humanity - one to which Guiliana fails to adjust her classical sensibilities - I am still not quite so convinced of the beauty of toxic plumes. Perhaps Antonioni himself felt conflicted as well, since he ends with Guiliani telling her son how the birds have adapted to human progress by simply avoiding the deadly spew of petrochemical waste into the sky. The ambivalence here is related to whether such aversion may be preferable to acceptance (or even reverence) when beholding despoiled landscapes. Being a resident of Northeast Ohio, of course I understand the bleak beauty of dilapidated infrastructure and industrial monstrosities, but the environmentalist in me still feels a little uneasy celebrating the art of defilement. Still, I was open to the idea, and while many shots did possess an undeniable charm and allure, on the whole I was not as overwhelmed by the cinematography as I had hoped to be. (2 1/2 out of 4 stars)