A fascinating snapshot of London in the swinging sixties, with mandatory experimental editing and a Procul Harum soundtrack, reminiscent of Blow-Up and Repulsion and some things by Nicholas Roeg like Performance, but shot more like a handheld B&W from the French New Wave. The story doesn't seem to add up to anything particularly coherent and the dialogue is mainly improvised but the scenes depicting the central character's crumbling mental health are still powerful.
An odd bit of trivia is the final scene looks uncannily like it is shot in the same park as the one featured so significantly in Blow-Up, but the director Jack Bond swears it is not so, and that he has in fact never even seen that film.
An odd bit of trivia is the final scene looks uncannily like it is shot in the same park as the one featured so significantly in Blow-Up, but the director Jack Bond swears it is not so, and that he has in fact never even seen that film.