Slothrop: Oh My God! A woman is missing from a mysterious empty island! Did she drown? Suicide? Was she abducted? And after that it was doorways, night gowns, shoes and pearls. I'd pay a lot of money to see a fight between Antonioni and Pasolini with Fellini as the referee. My guess is that Fellini wouldn't make it past the second round.
Koko: Why do I get the feeling that whoever wins that fight, we go home with the black eyes? Unlike L'Eclisse and Blow-Up, which both self-destruct, this installment is like The Wizard of Oz for disillusioned Italians: it takes you somewhere, although I don't know where, and then brings you back the same mediocre, smug asshole you were when you left. Only it lacks munchkins, which makes me wonder.
Ass-Headed Bottom: I don't think either of you remembered to point out that this movie totally kicks ass.
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