I remember the feeling of first watching The Passenger at a screening room on the MGM lot before its initial release, and how it overwhelmed my attempts at analysis. It infected my brain. I lost all direction to my car afterwards, hopelessly lost in the studio's parking garage; my mental compass had been switched off. It was as if, for the first time in cinema, a director had actually managed to film the unfilmable, capturing a physical reality in the process of receding, dissolving, from view.
Robert Koehler
January 1, 2005