If there are traces of Visconti here, they refer not to “The Damned,” which belabored a grand and screwed-up family as it slid into the clutches of Nazism, but to an earlier, more pitying film like “Rocco and His Brothers,” in which lust chewed up another family in a doomy Milan.
So he has the sense of film history and about 10 minutes into it, I’m saying, my God, this is Visconti’s “The Damned.”