I'm finding Antonioni's films excessively tedious of late. La Notte is by far his worst, apart from the beautiful geometric precision of Antonioni and cinematographer Gianni De Venanzo's compositions. Antonioni consistently overplays the themes of modern malaise. Pauline Kael called La Notte, Last Year at Marienbad and La Dolce Vita "The Come-Dressed-As-The-Sick-Soul-of-Europe Parties," and as far as La Notte is concerned she has a point.
