Only and entire raison d’etre for this screen adaptation of Elizabeth McNeill’s novel would be to vividly present the obsessive, all-consuming passion between a successful Wall Street type and a beautiful art gallery employee, who embark upon an intense love affair that lasts as long as the title indicates.
The film is about the crazy, overwhelming attachment they have with one another, and nothing else. Therefore, the virtual absence of anything interesting happening between them – like plausible attraction, exotic, amazing sex, or, God forbid, good dialog – leaves one great big hole on the screen for two hours.
Mickey Rourke is less than totally convincing as a big businessman, but Kim Basinger is the film’s one saving grace, as she manages to retain a certain dignity.
[A 117-min. version was released theatrically in Europe, and in 1987 on homevideo.]