Time of Indifference. Heavy rainfall sets the mood of movie dramas like this one. Worthless, once-wealthy people go walking in the rain or huddle in the Chekhovian gloom of their mortgaged Italian villa, gazing out at the drizzle. Someone plays the piano. Someone moves tentatively toward a hopeless sexual liaison. Someone keeps insisting that the important thing is for people to tell one another the truth.
The chief truth to emerge from Indifference is that Director Francesco Maselli and a random assemblage of famous players have marooned themselves in a torpid adaptation of Alberto Moravia's first novel, published in 1929. A young...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
