1970 London subjected to the gaze of the very, very Polish muckraker. This is a landscape (physical and spiritual) well-suited to such an assessment. The photography and production design are supremely arresting. The sense of play and risk are intoxicating. But above all this is one of modern cinema's greatest triumphs just in terms of the basic conception and execution of human situations. Epochal masterpiece.
Drinking game: drink whenever criminal activity is committed. I love this film. Sly social commentary and over-determined symbolism. As vicious, in its own way, as Zappa's 'We're Only In It For The Money' as a document of the times. Beautiful pop-art colours too. Emotionally I've been both Mike and Susan in the same relationship. Watch this film young in life to avoid the same mistakes.
This film oozes so much 70's sleaze, at first I thought it was written by Jimmy Saville, and the occasional crotch shots of Jane Asher seem to make the filmmakers accomplices to the milieu they're presenting. John Moulder-Brown plays his character with what at times seems a complete lack of talent and at others serendipitous brilliance, resulting in a character that's adorably psychopathic.