Roddy has a camera implanted in his brain. He is then hired by a television producer to film a documentary of terminally ill Katherine, without her knowledge. His footage will then be run ... See full summary »
Harry Dean Stanton
In the middle of World War I, nine British soldiers caught behind enemy lines seek refuge in a complex network of German trenches. What they soon discover is that they aren't alone - and it isn't a German soldier that's hunting them down.
This film is certainly of historic interest but it is a relentlessly overwrought, stagey theatrical (it IS from a Genet play) prison cell melodrama which ultimately wears thin while revolving around the violent interactions between three clichéd characters. Paul Mazursky's pock-marked, effeminate Maurice is as stereotypical as they come and, in typical 1960s fashion for gay characters, has to die in the end. Leonard Nimoy stretches his acting chops a bit as the jewel thief, but it is Michael Forest as the volatile, tattooed, muscle-bound (and so poetically named) murderer, Greeneyes, who steals the show. The homoeroticism of the story is not fully exploited (would love to see a contemporary remake, well maybe love is too strong a word), there are tantalizing homo moments but they are thwarted by the continual return to discussion of Greeneyes' "woman."
Crisply shot, nicely edited and with some interesting cinematic moments (arty subjective camera-work and double exposures).
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