Technically flashy, and teeming with degenerate chic, this downbeat tale of two destructively selfish lovers is unrelieved by its tacked-on thriller ending, and deals purely in despair.
Every scene is shot with at least one eye and one ear to the editing table: results are generally masterful but at times obtrusively pretentious. Director Nicolas Roeg’s visual sense remains a peculiar talent.
Yale Udoff’s screenplay plots the often brutal love affair exhaustively in terms of what the parties do to each other, but seldom why – beyond the fact that he is the possessive type and she isn’t.
Most milestones are missing along the presumably tortuous psychological route by which Art Garfunkel’s jealousy reaches such a pitch of hatred that he ravishes the girl’s (Theresa Russell) drugged and senseless body instead of calling an ambulance. Alienation sets in early.