A humble clerk (Marcello Mastroianni) courts a woman (Maria Schell) who night after night awaits for the return of her lover (Jean Marais).
I am not a champion of this film, and I apologize for that. I know Visconti is a big name in Italian cinema, especially the neorealist movement. And I think he has made a fine film here. But it never fully caught my attention, and i have to just say it was good or maybe really good, but never quite great.
In contrast, Dostoevsky was (or is) one of my favorite authors of all time. He so expertly captured the psychology of his subjects. And I am not sure that this was really portrayed here. Granted, "White Nights" is not one of his stories I am most familiar with, but I never really got a Dostoevsky feel out of this film.
I am not a champion of this film, and I apologize for that. I know Visconti is a big name in Italian cinema, especially the neorealist movement. And I think he has made a fine film here. But it never fully caught my attention, and i have to just say it was good or maybe really good, but never quite great.
In contrast, Dostoevsky was (or is) one of my favorite authors of all time. He so expertly captured the psychology of his subjects. And I am not sure that this was really portrayed here. Granted, "White Nights" is not one of his stories I am most familiar with, but I never really got a Dostoevsky feel out of this film.