There are many of good reasons, why you can enjoy this underrated, but surprisingly well-made contribution of New-Hollywood: 1 J. Carpenter worte the story. U recognize it by the Carpenterske atmosphere. 2 It's indeed fascinating to see the works of Helmut Newton. 3 If "Blow up" (1966, Antonioni) is one of the most well-known cinematic media-reflection from 1960s, this movie should be the one from 1970s.
Underrated, neglected, indeed. This film needs to be rescued from oblivion. Along with the beautiful craftsmanship of Irvin Kershner, it has one of Faye Dunaway's best, least mannered performances. She is more believable here than in almost any other of her films.
Stylistically appealing to look at, but there's only so much damsel-in-distress histrionics I can take, especially since you know whodunnit from the moment you hear the culprit's first lines. When there's a homicidal nut in your home, perhaps you should go for the gun first, not the rotary phone that you already failed to dial once before. One might call it natural selection, not serial killing.
I really wanted to love this film, and at times I did. Kershner is obviously inspired by the italian giallo genre; like Lucio Fulci's The Psychic from 1977. There are some great shots and visual ideas presented here. Overall, though, Eyes of Laura Mars is an atmospheric thriller above average with great performances from Tommy Lee Jones and especially Faye Dunaway. Sadly, the writing isn't up to the standard.
This film is not only fascinating and seventies, it's a true rainy afternoon thriller like I would enjoy as a kid. Exciting at every moment, and so "made for tv" no vanity necessary. My father always loved this film, and told me about it many times but couldn't remember the title.