La Luna (1979)

The Italian director Bernardo Bertolucci has made some wonderful films, but this is not one of them.  Shot in English this tells the very overboiled saga of an opera singer played by Jull Clayburgh and her teenaged son who is seeking a father figure and who looks for solace in drugs.  She in turn seems to be looking for solace in an incestuous relationship with her son -- she doesn't quite get there but she sure as hell tries.  At the best part of two and a half hours one wonders what the film is really saying.  Not much I reckon.  Beautifully photographed however, like all of the director's films.