Ben Pistora’s review published on Letterboxd:
Numb. Cold. Aimless.
About two years ago, while I was studying abroad in Europe, I took a solo trip to Lombardy. Traveling around Italy on your own can be a bit lonely in general. But the loneliness felt a bit different when I spent a day in Milan. It’s such a large, amalgamated feeling city that you just feel lost in the flow. It’s a loneliness that manifests in spite of the thousands of people around you.
La Notte kind of gets to that. It’s not a particularly warm or reassuring tale. You feel for the characters, more particularly for Jeanne Moreau, but you’re not witnessing a happy existence or amiable conclusions. This is a world of people who do not know what connection really is. I’m reminded of Varda’s La Pointe-Courte which came out six years earlier in France. Varda’s work finds a couple that are finding themselves and one another. La Notte is the dark, sad, and cynical alternative to La Pointe-Courte. It’s a drop dead beautiful film to look at, but also a damn somber time.