A surreal whirlwind of lethargic, broken, sad, and pathetic people, which makes the hazy and dream-like images of sunny California unsettling. The ripples of desperation lead to a chaotic ending that rivals with the works of William Blake. A cynical apocalypse of human spirit, where souls and bodies are crushed in the most grotesque way and where the morbidity of Hollywood is revealed.
It's a little unfocused in places and most of its characters are deplorable, but there is a brilliantly putrid and cynical atmosphere which underlies the film and some very memorable set pieces including a devestating finale. Bold film making that could only be made in the 1970s.
Another from my past. It reminds me a little of They shoot horses, Karen Black borderline mad, in search of?.Fame, a rich husband, Poor sap Donald, (Homer Simpson!). adoring, yet ultimately impotent. You can also see Mullholland Drive in this too, odd, strange, and you just know it isn't going to end well..
Oh dear. I don't think I have ever been more terrified in my life during a film, as much as I was in the last sequence of this film. I don't honestly know how I can live with the pain that it brings. It is so so fantastic, rather reminiscent of (70's version of) The Great Gatsby, beautifully shot, and as everything goes further downhill, I am torn between my love for Tod Hackett and the pure fear of his thoughts.
KAREN BLACK always regretted making this film, believing that it derailed her career. That the apocalyptic morbidity consumed not just the characters but herself. While an outstanding actress, she was never a conventional leading lady. And, probably, what is most painful is that she and the film were made for each other. With one memorable scene after another and people you won't forget, she should, in fact, be proud