Amazon.com: As a postcard from a bygone era, Michelangelo Antonioni's sole American movie is amazing to look at. This was the Italian director's first film since his English-language breakthrough Blowup (1966), which had been a masterpiece that captivated general and art-house audiences alike. Expectations understandably ran high, and as a visual experience Zabriskie Point delivered. Here was this foreigner's eye, among the most distinctive in world cinema, looking at city and desert, streets and backroads, office towers, mini-marts, police cars, airfields, and nonstop signage--the textures of U.S. life transliterated into something alien and askew. Revisited decades later, that's the aspect of Zabriskie Point that comes fascinatingly to the fore.
>Not so in 1970. Zabriskie Point bombed with critics and audiences because Antonioni proved to be way out of his depth in attempting to relate to American youth and their inchoate revolution--something underscored by the irredeemably amateurish performances of unknowns Daria Halprin and Mark Frechette in the leading roles. The story, such as it is, takes its impetus from a student strike during which a police officer is shot. Whether Mark fired the shot is unclear (the editing at the crucial moment recalls the cop-killing in Godard's Breathless), but he splits. His flight into the desert in a stolen plane will bring him together with Daria, who's driving to Phoenix to meet her employer and possible lover, a real-estate developer (Rod Taylor). What transpires between these two young people has to be seen to be believed, except that it can't be believed. Nevertheless, the events of the next-to-last reel license Antonioni to tee up an extraordinary finale--a hallucinatory apocalypse in which American materialism gets what's coming to it, and the desert becomes a sunset bloom.
Also on the DVD The lone extra is the original trailer, with which, like the title song, we can only hope Antonioni had nothing to do. Over images of the prehistoric wilderness that gives the film its name, an adult voice salaciously intones: "Zabriskie Point ... where a boy ... and a girl ... meet ... and touch ... and blow their minds." Cue rock music and mass love-in. --Richard T. Jameson
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Rating: - Solid
In many ways, Zabriskie Point is very recapitulative of what Jean-Luc Godard did in Breathless, save for the fact that Antonioni had far greater mastery of his art's skills than Godard did. It also is very mindful of Antonioni's own earlier L'Avventura, a film whose first half was great, but whose second half descended into dull and mindless soap opera. While an equal percentage (50-50) of this film is great and dull, unlike his earlier film, the great and dull parts of this hour and forty-five minute ... Read More
Rating: - Avant-guard film about 70s youth rebellion.
Mark Frechette stars as Mark, a college radical leftist. Mark is accused of killing a cop during a campus riot, and he flees all the way to the desert. He does so by stealing a small plane at the local airport, and flies it himself.
Once out flying over the desert, Mark spots a car from the air. A young woman named Daria steps out, and sees Mark circling in the plane. Mark swoops the plane very low several times, causing Daria to duck or get hit. When he lands, he becomes acquainted with ... Read More
Rating: - 1970 Antonioni film
To me it seemed as if parts of the film were influenced by Easy Rider, which is a good thing, for instance, the editing, the use of popular music, and the camera work, as well as focusing upon the youth movement of the times. The characters in the film though, appeared to be one dimensional, lacking depth, and are merely taken at face value, what they represented, symbolically, the counter-culture vs. the establishment. On an artistic level the film seemed more successful, than as a Hollywood form of entertainment, ... Read More
Rating: - Zabriskie Pointless
In a word: STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID. As a time capsule, this movie documents just how pathetic the '60s were and what complete idiots the hippie-boomers were (and still are). Otherwise, it's a pointless waste of celluloid (and DVD shelf space).
Rating: - What a piece of dreck.
I knew I would hate this film right from its opening scene: a bunch of spoiled and obnoxious militants rant against the fascist establishment rather than actually contributing to society by becoming accountants or something. The movie ends with an angsty, privileged white girl who actually has the gall to blow up some real-estate in development as a "statement" against something or other. Skip this piece of dreck and read Ayn Rand's "Atlas Shrugged" instead.