Hadn't seen it in years & had blessedly forgotten the ending. Obvious telegraphing symbolism of the most embarrassing sort. A truckload of mimes, good lord! I also didn't remember how poorly the jazz soundtrack fit with the movie. David Hemmings is wonderfully unlikeable though & it has the usual visual flair of an Antonioni film. I also love the stoned Vanessa Redgrave grooving to jazz so stiffly you wince.