One of Roeg’s most complex and elusive movies, building a thousand-piece jigsaw from its apparently simple story of a consuming passion between two Americans in Vienna. Seen in flashback through the prism of the girls’ attempted suicide, their affair expands into a labyrinthine enquiry on memory and guilt as Theresa Russell’s cold psychoanalyst lover (Garfunkel) himself falls victim to the cooler and crueler investigations of the detective assigned to her case (Keitel in visionary form as the policeman turned father-confessor). But where Don’t Look Now sustained its Gothic intensity with human intimacy, this film seems a case-example of how more could have been achieved with less editing, less ingenuity, less even of the bravura intelligence with which Roeg at one point matches Freud with Stalin as guilt-ridden spymasters. CA/DMacp
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