Cammell continues European filmmakers' fascination in the wide open spaces of the States, much in the mould of "Paris, Texas", "Zabriskie Point" and Leone's Westerns. Yet in Cammell's film, whilst the eerie tension between the vast American vistas and its culture is present, there is little insight as to the characters, or the fascination that many people have with regards to civilisation, isolation and psychopathy.
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.
Indescribable: every element is just slightly off, making it not quite a rural mystery, not quite a blackly comic soap, not quite a slasher...but still quite extraordinary. Cammell's sense of texture is excellent, but what sells it are two ace performances form Cathy Moriarty (almost as natural as Harry Dean Stanton) and David Keith. And the ending is pretty Fuller-esque too (always a good thing)
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!