Critics reviews

[Theresa Russell’s] ferocious and assured performance (she was only 23) nearly blows her much more experienced co-stars Art Garfunkel and Harvey Keitel off the screen.

The film is a serious work of art (and has its champions), but it was also the beginning of the long, slow end of his career.

Roeg's film pushes against simplification, however, perhaps even to a fault, cool and distant where it should be hot. Told in serpentining fragments, arrhythmically edited and soundtracked by a grabbag of Tom Waits, The Who, and others, with Art Garfunkel and Theresa Russell as two ragged, consuming lovers, Bad Timing is a singular, disturbing post-mortem of obsession, possession, and desire, uncompromisingly erotic, traumatized, and knotted.

An unfortunate piece of posturing that I'm afraid might turn out to be almost as popular as Jordache T-shirts... Bad Timing, to be just, offers an appealing performance by Theresa Russell — even if this happens to be in one of the silliest pieces of culture-vulturism since Woody Allen started pretending to depict intellectuals for the benefit and comfort of middle-brows with inferiority complexes (as in Interiors and Manhattan).