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1968 |
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105 |
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ANTI Reviews
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| | A soulless, arbitrary, attitudinizing piece of claptrap. | | | | (John Simon, National Review) | | A dazzlement of props and location shots, around which the actors ricochet helplessly through a non-romance between a girl who is some kind of nut and an orthopedic surgeon who seems to be going the same route. | | | | (Time) | | Miss Christie's hairdo is hideous, and her non-acting is redeemed only twice by the quality that once was in her. | | | | (Rachel Weisbrod, Films in Review) | | Compared with, say, his [Lester's] Beatles frolics it is a strangely serious film and like all his work, it is technically brilliant. But, as a vehicle for Julie Christie, it runs off the rails and with its giddy camerabatics and its twists of time, place and mood it might be said to go from Marienbad to worse... When he does stop shaking them up to dwell on a gentle love scene Mr Lester handles it quite poetically, but before the characters can expand or explain themselves off they go on another spree of jump cuts, frenetic flashbacks, frozen shots and over exposures. | | | | (Cecil Wilson, Daily Mail) | | Mr Lester has jazzed the whole thing up so relentlessly that substance is swamped by style... In spite of the good performances and the vividness of Nicolas Roeg's photography, the film leaves one feeling there is an unresolved conflict between the traditional, romantic story-line and the whizz-bang, trendy directorial style: it's rather like seeing a stately home plastered with psychedelic designs. | | | | (Michael Billington, Times) | | The action is athletic and lachrymose, the props are kooky, the music is bright, the domestic sets are suitable for the reading of Playboy, there is an adequate amount of surgical duress. Given such attractions it is perhaps churlish to pine for the antique virtues of a beginning, a middle and an end. | | | | (Robert Hatch, Nation) | | A captivating fan dance but it there really anything behind the feathers? | | | | (Ian Wright, Guardian) |
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, Julie Christie, Richard Chamberlain
