Michelangelo Antonioni’s final feature saw the great man co-directing with Wim Wenders (who also aided Nicholas Ray on 1980 swansong Lightning Over Water).
Alas, even with the assist, it’s still a meandering portmanteau of racy-but-toothless pick-up routines threaded together by John Malkovich’s pervy narrator/philosopher.
A rumpolite Red Shoe Diaries for people who buy their erotica at Waitrose. Includes lengthy Making Of.
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