Claudine Auger quando appariva era festa. La portava con sé, con la sua profonda voce di gola, la sua risata, il suo passo avventuriero, la faceva per gli amici, non solo con la presenza, ma con l’idea che aveva portato in regalo. Ti trascinava via con sé, o trasformava l’ambiente in cui ti trovavi. Era la sua specialità. Ti faceva sentire la sua presenza, come se la tua fosse il vero regalo.
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MAMA mia! Michelangelo Antoni oni has a right to sing the blues. Until a few days ago, he was sit ting on top of the movie world: the establishment critics endorsed him, the auteur crowd adored him, the public stood in line and paid for the privilege of applauding him. Everybody dug his dissection of the bored Italian bour geoisie in “L'Avventura” and “La Notte” and “Eclipse” and “Red Desert,” and they grooved merrily along with the dissolute London swingers in “Blow‐Up.”
MAMA mia! Michelangelo Antoni oni has a right to sing the blues. Until a few days ago, he was sit ting on top of the movie world: the establishment critics endorsed him, the auteur crowd adored him, the public stood in line and paid for the privilege of applauding him. Everybody dug his dissection of the bored Italian bour geoisie in “L'Avventura” and “La Notte” and “Eclipse” and “Red Desert,” and they grooved merrily along with the dissolute London swingers in “Blow‐Up.”