FNC '14 Screenwriter Barry Sandler presented a 35mm screening of this demented gem and spoke after the film describing the genesis of the project and the changes to the script inspired by working with Ken Russell and Anthony Perkins. Not nearly dated as one would expect in its take on sex, marriage and duality in personality. Turner and Hopkins both give fantastic performances that go beyond intimate. Great sleaze.
Damn, I loved this! It's beautiful trash. Its mixture of melodrama, satire, blasphemy, and slight surrealism makes for Ken Russell at his most control of style. Also, Anthony Perkins gives his most ballsy performance.
Absurd, insane, brilliant. Perkins gives a performance to rival Norman Bates and Kathleen Turner injects a vital dose of class into this lurid affair. A perfect hybrid of high brow and B movie aesthetics: simultaneously heady and trashy, intellectual and empty-headed, genius and moronic. AND THE COLORS!
A great dirty joke. An unsublte parable on the state of the USA, replete with sexual repression and bible bashing, is throttled into gaudy, punchy life by Russell who throws everything into this rich brew. Much of it works, although the ending descends into the B movie trap it satirises so effectively elsewhere and the pop video sequence adds little except an audition on the part of the director.Good bad art.
An interesting movie that veers between outrageousness and kitchen sink drama without breaking a sweat. Underneath the histrionics there is a tale about marriage, sexuality, freedom and madness which has a lot going for it. The acting is very solid and the scenes with Perkins and Turner, while very "stagey", has some real fire.
"They say in the East it is forbidden to have sex with someone that knows your secrets." -- A hypersexual B cocaine-dream delirium of fuzzy profanity-littered neon and ass. A sexless manchild and a prostitute being hunted by an insane priest with a vibrator. Intercut with Magritte, kamasutra art, and a bunch of prog rock. "Deep trash" as a friend called it. Amazing. - Theatrical version, genuine VHS cult projection.
it's like Women in Love, but instead of being about love in England, it's about sex in America. It's misinformed. Has a terrible male lead actor. An utterly appalling score (and I like 80s film scores AND Rick Wakeman) but somehow manages to be not completely dreadful.