Unfortunately feels more like a cheap Cannon slasher movie with pretentions to depth than an actual work of intellectual cinema. Visually it has astounding sequences - channelling everyone from Argento & Antonioni to Roeg & Cassavetes - but the film isn't very well developed. Cammell seems to think that poor plotting creates something elliptical while his characters lack credibility. The actors are excellent though.
Wasn't thrilling as I expected, though Cammell's style does resembles Roeg's masterfully and has some giallo-like moments. Storyline got me lost a bit in between before kicking back up. Weird how I saw Keith's side being revealed towards the end.
Very intriguing Argento-meets-Antonioni-meets-Roeg-meets-Kubrick psycho-thriller which sadly descends into silly genre cliché in the last act. A key stylistic influence on David Lynch and Oliver Stone's 1990s films, I'll wager.
The way the movie sympathizes with the dehumanization, obsession, and abuse of the male ego amongst 80s hedonism is pretty damn remarkable! If not amoral, to a degree. But is there much of a difference between a normal thought process compared to an extreme thought process? So for the filmmaking, the movie is stellar. The kill scenes and score are highlights! Defiantly my favorite 80s erotic thriller!