Ingmar Bergman, Bill Walsh and Michelangelo Antonioni all pass on the same day.

Jeez. I don’t have a lot to say. The Trilogy with Monica Vitti was a revelation; Blow Up is one of the best films ever made; The last shot in Zabriskie Point and the shot where everybody disappears in Red Dessert blew my mind; I’ve been working on a loose adaptation of The Passenger for a looooong time.

If Bill Walsh was a man I aspired to be like functionally, then Antonioni was a man I aspired to be like artistically.

He was 94.

New York Times Obit


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