Released just three years before the onset of AIDS, this picture captures one aspect of the interrelation between men and women in the '70's. Venerial diseases had been checked, reliable contraception measures were readily available, and the aforementioned plague had not yet been visited upon us. Sex was easy to get, but a sustained relationship much less so. This sort of hit-and-run collecting of sexual scalps was practiced by women nearly as often as by men. Either way, one dared feel emotional connection only at great risk. Being on the losing end of these transactions didn't feel good, and it's hard to muster sympathy for the protagonist, who perishes much as the road kill one sees every spring, when mating season causes hormones to trump common sense.
Review of The Man Who Loved Women
