Thomas Mann's novella "Death in Venice", published in 1912, was one of the earliest mainstream literary works of to deal with the subject of homo-erotic desire. Gustav von Aschenbach, a famous German author, travels to Venice, where he meets and becomes obsessed with Tadzio, a beautiful teenage boy whose Polish family are staying in the same hotel. Aschenbach discovers that cholera has broken out in the city but that the authorities, fearful of losing income from tourism, are trying to keep the outbreak a secret. Despite this discovery, Aschenbach neither leaves the city nor warns his fellow-guests, as either course of action would mean his being separated from Tadzio, with whom he has fallen in love.

Mann was himself bisexual, and the story is based upon his own experiences while visiting Venice the previous year, when he had also been fascinated by a handsome young Polish boy. The depiction of Aschenbach also draws upon Mann's memories of the composer Gustav Mahler, whom he had known and who had died in 1910; he shares the same first name and Mann's description of his physical appearance would also have fitted Mahler. This may be the reason why, for the purposes of this film, Luchino Visconti made Aschenbach a composer rather than an author and made use of Mahler's music; the famous Adagietto from his Fifth Symphony is passed off as a composition by Aschenbach. Visconti made other changes to the story to strengthen the identification with Mahler. In the book Aschenbach is a childless widower whose wife died many years earlier and who has never remarried. In the film Aschenbach's wife is shown in flashbacks and although she does not accompany him to Venice there is no indication that she has died. (Mahler's wife Alma did not predecease him- indeed, she survived him by more than fifty years). They are, however, shown mourning the death of a young daughter, just as Gustav and Alma Mahler lost a daughter some three years before his death.

I first saw this film in the late seventies, a few years after it was made, when I was a teenager studying Mann's book for my German A-Levels. I remember being impressed by it at the time, but then I was a very impressionable young man and probably thought that any art-house film based on a work of classical literature, shot against the background of a famously beautiful city with plenty of classical music on the soundtrack must be a great classic of the cinema, especially if (a) it deals with a controversial subject and (b) nothing much happens except long conversations about Art and the Meaning of Life.

Since then my admiration for Mann's novella, a book with a well-deserved reputation as one of the major works of twentieth-century German literature, has grown, whereas my regard for Visconti's film has decreased. Mine is not the normal complaint of the "loved the book, hated the film" brigade, namely that the film-makers have altered the story too radically. Apart from the few changes to Aschenbach's circumstances mentioned above, and the omission of the opening scenes set in Munich, Visconti has kept fairly faithfully to Mann's plot. There are, however, some works of literature which do not lend themselves to a cinematic treatment, and "Death in Venice" seems to be one of them.

There are some good things about the film. The photography of Venice is certainly beautiful, reminiscent of some of Turner's paintings of the city and rivalling that in "Don't Look Now", another film from the early seventies set in the same location. Dirk Bogarde was normally a talented actor and the young Björn Andrésen, with his prettier-than-any-girl beauty, certainly looks the part as Tadzio. (Andrésen, who is heterosexual, became something of a gay icon following this role, causing him some embarrassment). The Adagietto is certainly a beautiful piece of music, although I sometimes wonder if its association with this film has done Mahler's long-term reputation any good, leading people to associate him with decadence and morbidity.

The problem with the film is that its good looks are all on the surface. Mann's novella contains little in the way of action and not much in the way of dialogue; the two main characters, Aschenbach and Tadzio, never exchange a single word. Its significance lies beneath the surface, on the psychological and philosophical levels. On the personal level it is a character-study of a man who has striven to live an ascetic life, governed by discipline, restraint and reason, but who finds his world- view shattered by the sudden realisation of his own powerful sexual desires for a boy. On the philosophical level it is an examination of two contrasting attitudes to life, the Apollonian life of reason and the Dionysian life of passion, a concept derived from Mann's study of the philosopher Nietzsche.

Visconti, who was an intelligent man, doubtless understood the complexities of Mann's work, but it is these very complexities which make it difficult to adapt for the screen. The contrast between Apollonianism and Dionysianism is not a naturally cinematic subject, and the complicated inner life of an intellectual writer or musician, unaccompanied by some dramatic outward action, is equally difficult to dramatise. Visconti is never able to find a substitute for Mann's ideas. The lengthy debates between Aschenbach and a fellow-composer about musical aesthetics do not add much interest; they simply help to make a lengthy and tedious film even more so. The film may be beautiful, but it is also dull and long-winded, and in such a context its beauty becomes something excessively rich and cloying. In Mann's story Aschenbach dies after eating an overripe strawberry, and this becomes an appropriate image for an overblown film in which Dirk Bogarde appears to die of a surfeit of overripe beauty. Too much Venice, and too much Mahler, can be bad for your health. 5/10

I guess I just wasn't cut out to watch Visconti films. Previously I watched The Leopard and found it to be very ponderous and about twice as long as it should be. Now, with Death in Venice, I found the same overblown and dull atmosphere all over again. The sets are gorgeous and the costumes are first-rate BUT if the film itself is dull and desperately in need of editing, you'll lose most of the viewers. My bet is that all the positive reviews are from people with a much higher than normal tolerance for this sort of fare. But, the average person will be feeling suicidal after just a few minutes of this tedium. For example, like The Leopard (which I also found to be overlong and ponderous),there is a dinner sequence that looks as if they just started filming it from beginning to end even though NOTHING of consequence occurred. Yes, you could have shown Dirk Bogarde's becoming infatuated with the young man in 1 or 2 minutes--not by long shots of him staring across the room for a seeming eternity. DULL, DULL, DULL!!! Now before you completely dismiss my negative review, understand that I like long movies provided the plot justifies it and the pacing is maintained. Films like "Ben Hur", "Chariots of Fire" and "Gone With the Wind" are great films and deserve to have tremendous scope and last a lot longer than 90 minutes. Heck, Sergey Bondarchuk's "War and Peace" STILL is a wonderful film and it's over seven hours long!! At 131 minutes, Death in Venice, however, seemed to last even longer---even 90 minutes would have been too long! What matters is the pacing--not the running time.

UPDATE: Since seeing "Death in Venice", I have watched quite a few more Visconti films and realize I do like most of his films. Some are also slow paced and long (such as "Rocco and Hist Brothers") but are MUCH more interesting and entertaining than "Death in Venice".

Lucchino Visconti and Dirk Bogarde achieved screen immortality with a partnership that only consisted of two films, The Damned and Death In Venice. But with these two I think the artists said all there was and couldn't do better.

This is such a delicate subject because what we're talking about is both stalking and possibly pedophilia. On this side of the pond yes, in Europe with lower ages of consent probably not. Bjorn Andressen's character is hanging on the legal line. Andressen himself was 16 when he made Death In Venice and looks like 12.

The thing that bowls me over about Death In Venice besides the performances is the great eye for detail that Visconti had in creating the Italian scene before World War I. The one Oscar nomination Death In Venice did receive is for Costume Design. It should have been given a few more.

Based on the character of Gustav Mahler whose music is used as the soundtrack, Dirk Bogarde plays a middle aged German composer who feels a sense of impending mortality as we all start to do reaching his age. He might have another masterpiece in him and beautiful surroundings might bring it out. Venice is for him the ideal beautiful spot. In America I feel that way about San Diego having been there just once.

But anything Bogarde might write is nothing compared to the beauty he sees on a beach when he spots young Tadzio played by Bjorn Andresen accompanied by mother Silvana Mangano who is on holiday. Even in a much looser society there are still conventions and Bogarde is struck dumb. He dare not even approach the kid. Andresen is a masterpiece created by his parents and God.

Even with disease and pestilence approaching Venice as the place for all its beauty has the most polluted water this side of Gowanus Canal in Brooklyn. Warned to get out Bogarde can't abandon sight of Andresen. The result is fatal for him.

Both when I was younger and even older there are certain people who have absolutely totally struck me mute with sight of their physical beauty. Some I've done something with, others for reasons of legality and convention I never did. There's a scene in Citizen Kane where an elderly Everett Sloane describes a young girl with a parasol whom he saw in passing on a crowded street and never saw again. That was his Tadzio moment.

I had something similar seeing a young man of about Tadzio's age in the late Seventies on Avenue K and Nostrand Avenue in Brooklyn. I remember his wavy blond hair and absolutely stunning looks to this day even though we passed on the street and didn't exchange a word. I can truly identify with what Bogarde felt although I kept my hormones in better check than he did.

Poor Bogarde he should have left Venice and dedicated a concerto to Andresen. But his performance is in itself a kind of concerto and with a minimum of dialog and some incredible facial expressions. They don't call it expressionism for nothing.

And with the Stonewall Rebellion barely two years old this was quite a daring subject for Visconti and Bogarde, a pair of gay men to do for the cinema. Visconti never hid his sexual orientation, but Bogarde was a very private man by nature and that he was in a committed relationship for years was something no one then knew about. He was after all a British matinée idol from the Fifties who broke through and became a respected actor.

Death In Venice, book by Thomas Mann, filmed by Lucchino Visconti and brought wonderfully alive on the screen by Dirk Bogarde is still beautiful and evocative. Don't miss it if broadcast.