Antonioni has that gift of dropping you into a story and leaving you to explore the characters' situation, or so it seems, without the film appearing to follow a typical narrative arc. We are all strangers on a strange planet, our sentience inviting us to question our motivation for putting one foot in front of the other, to choose left rather than right, yes rather than no. people put schemes into action, make spontaneous, random decisions: live or die with the consequences.
Refreshing to see Nicholson in a film with no raised eyebrow or wolfish pantomime;Schneider pre-Last tango, also apart from the image many may carry in their memories of the lusty Parisian; a free spirit tagging along with Nicholson's journalist turned arms dealer/escape artist.
It's a beautiful film with a magical final scene outside a bullring. One of Antonioni's best, least frustrating films.
To think I was in a room recently where people were discussing the acting genius of Jet Lee. Heavens!