Intelligent and illogical, beautiful and erratic, Exposed is a provocative, jet-setter’s visit to the worlds of high fashion and international terrorism.
After a prolog in which a foxy blonde is observed blowing up a Paris cafe, writer-director James Toback himself, as a college English teacher, breaks up romantically with one of his students (Nastassja Kinski).
Kinski returns to her home in Wisconsin and, in one of the film’s most striking, and convincing, sequences, is attending an exhibition of photos featuring her when her eye is caught by Rudolf Nureyev.
After a bizarre, cat-and-mouse courtship, the inevitable big love scene arrives. As it happens, Nureyev is also a dedicated terrorist fighter with intensely personal motives, and when Kinski follows him to Paris, she naively becomes involved with the very forces Nureyev is intent upon wiping out. Kinski is delivered into the lair of Carlos-type terrorist Harvey Keitel, a provocateur dedicated to random violence.
Performers seem to have been chosen mostly for their physical attributes, and Kinski and Nureyev lead the way in ably fleshing out characters who are meant to remain mysterious.