His characters were parasites whose money allowed them to clear away the distractions of work, responsibility, goals and purposes, and exposed the utter emptiness within. It is possible to be rich and happy, of course, but for that you need a mind, and interests. It is impossible to be happy simply because one is ceaselessly entertained. “L’Avventura” becomes a place in our imagination—a melancholy moral desert.
Why don’t we have movies like “L’Avventura” anymore? Because we don’t ask the same kinds of questions anymore. We have replaced the “purpose of life” with the “choice of lifestyle.” I used to think Peggy Lee’s “Is That All There Is?” was the saddest song. Antonioni can think of a sadder one: “More.”