Ann, Kerry and I all agree: this movie is mesmerizingly bad. I recommend it strictly as train wreck.
God, I don’t even know how to describe it. There are some good points — it feels like other, classic Nic Roeg films. Extremely well shot and loaded with editing dazzle. The problem is that there really is no story. It isn’t that the story is hard to follow – there is just no there there. At times I was thinkin’ that maybe there were some similarities to, say, Turkish Delight, but the only real similarities are Europe and nudity.
Yeah, lots of naked Art Garfunkle. Which in a way is cool. Garfunkle’s performance is the stuff Razzies are made from, but I salute him for his earnestness. The movie isn’t his fault. Roeg’s camera does make him look cool, in a unique way. Thin tie, jew-fro, chain-smoking, deadpan delivery. Theresa Russell suffers the indignity of flashing her private parts to zoom lenses and overblown, ridiculous music on the soundtrack (“Who Are You??” Harry Partch? You have to be shitting me.) I can’t deny a fascination with this movie, but, oy, it is awful.
there are lots of good early ’80’s outfits worn by theresa russell. also her hair and makeup is awesome. —ann