I don’t even know where to begin on this one, an incredibly layered and complex film that demands a lot from the viewer. It’s detached but incredibly involving. I am currently aiming to finish a list of my favourite films of the 1960s for the end of Octobre/beginning of November, so until then I may be a little stingy on some of my reviews, including this one. At the very least, it’s one of the most beautiful films I’ve ever seen. Probably my favourite Visconti to date.