
1962 · Michelangelo Antonioni
How L'Eclisse has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Divisive on release — it won the Special Jury Prize at Cannes in 1962 while plenty of critics dismissed it as chic tedium, the height of what detractors mocked as Antonioni's fashionable ennui. Now it's widely regarded as the peak of his alienation trilogy, a fixture of greatest-films polls and the one cinephiles increasingly call his masterpiece.
The eternal fight is 'nothing happens' versus 'everything happens' — is this profound modernist cinema or beautiful boredom? — with the audacious wordless ending as the flashpoint.
Monica Vitti drifting through Rome's stark EUR district is one of art cinema's endlessly screenshotted images, and the film's famous final minutes are a touchstone filmmakers still cite — Martin Scorsese dwells on them admiringly in his documentary My Voyage to Italy.
The capstone of Antonioni's trilogy (after L'Avventura and La Notte) and a 'you must have seen this' for anyone getting into 1960s modernist cinema — with a Letterboxd afterlife powered by Vitti and Delon at maximum iconic.