Story concerns a successful and resentful whizkid of the advertising game (Oliver Reed), who opts out to join a pal in running an esoteric literary magazine. Separated from his wife, he is a womanizer of perpetual appetite, taking one off to a lonely and disused railroad station and establishing a flightly relationship with a secretary (Carol White), who is prim at heart and takes it all seriously.
Thus the theme is the aridity of fashionable achievement, and the sour smell of success is hammered home by director Michael Winner with an insistence that destroys its own claims and closes with a final scene of stunning vulgarity.
Oliver Reed looks grim and disenchanted throughout, but hasn’t the power to suggest that there’s much talent going to waste.
In addition to Orson Welles, White registers as the girl torn between her virginal upbringing and her beckoning by Reed. The role is inconclusive, but she gives it the stamp of charm and unforced sweetness.