In search of the Ultimate Truth, a determined psychiatrist (William Hurt) takes hallucinatory drugs and undergoes sensory deprivation — but when he starts experiencing physiological changes, his wife (Blair Brown) and colleagues (Bob Balaban and Charles Haid) begin to fear for his safety. –filmfanatic.org
British director Ken Russell started out training for a naval career, but after wartime RAF and merchant navy service he switched goals and went into ballet. Supplementing his dancing income as an actor and still photographer, Russell put together a handful of amateur films in the 50s before being hired as a staff director by the BBC. Russell made a name for himself (albeit a name not always spoken in reverence) during the first half of the ‘60s by directing a series of iconoclastic TV dramatizations of the lives of famous composers and dancers. And if he felt that the facts were getting in the way of his story, he’d make up his own — frequently bordering on the libelous. If he had any respect for the famous persons whose lives he probed, it was secondary to his fascination with revealing all warts and open wounds.
A film director since 1963, Russell burst into the international consciousness with 1969’s Women in Love, a hothouse version of the D.H. Lawrence novel. No director… read more
Quite good film with an interesting concept and some cool hallucination sequences. The acting was alright and the production work was solid as well. The script and dialogue was a bit all over the place. The movie could have been a lot better had it not had the "man-ape-sequence" which was awful and ridiculous and dragged the movie down. The "love-conquers-all-ending" was also a let down. Good music score though...
"The final truth of all things is that there is no final Truth. Truth is what's transitory. It's human life that is real." I'm not sure how I felt about this one. There's really nothing philosophical here, it's all bullshit. Like, I can see hip teenagers sitting around high watching this and thinking it's incredibly profound. In reality it's more of a John Carpenter style genre flick, and the parts that hold up the best are those that are just for sheer entertainment. It becomes problematic when it reaches for something more. Ken Russell's trippy 2001esque montages are still georgous to look at, though, but there just isn't much of a point. But still, it's enjoyable, it's garish and over the top and it has apemen. That alone is worth something.
John Corigliano’s soundtrack for a world closed off to love.
“We sort of do the lineup by the seat of our pants.”
The British director was 84.