You know that old chestnut about deaths coming in threes? Yesterday, Defamer assumed that Ingmar Bergman’s death was part of a triptych that also included Tom Snyder and actor Michel Serrault. But with this morning’s news of the death of Italian maverick Michelangelo Antonioni, you’ve got to wonder if there’s another 90-ish European art house master who’s about to go.

Yesterday I organized a round-up of Bergman obits, which as an afternoon activity was time consuming but not exactly rigorous — everyone has something to say about Bergman, so I just sat back and collated. But Antonioni was, to my mind, a different kind of artist, far more polarizing and uneven, one that I don’t think I could passively pay tribute to. I don’t love everything he made, but films like Blow-up, Red Desert and Zabriskie Point were crucial to my personal film education. Let me stew on this for a few hours, and then I’ll get back to you. In the meantime, you’ll find the famous final scene from Zabriskie above. I’m sure I’ll have more to say about it later today.