- Director: Harold Pinter
- Writer: Simon Gray
- Producer: Ely A. Landau; Otto Plaschkes
The little direction that there is - is terrible.
Thankfully Pinter only directed 4 features.
Gray's writing is over-exposed, over-wrought and over-bearing.
Bates' performance is obnoxious and odious as the selfish bisexual.
It's dreadfully long and goes painfully beyond plausibility.
Important only in that it is a diminutive re-hashing of Sunday Bloody Sunday and, as most films do...simplistically, portraying the bisexual as a parasite.
A migraine-inducing marathon.
An English professor finds his life crumbling around him.