50 years ago anti-heroes sold movies, though thankfully not this one. Audiences were delighted that there was no longer a required convention for villains to get caught, and directors exploited the new freedom to excess. This is a prime example of that excess. Our hero is a schizophrenic, one moment delighting in the rich mans trappings - flash car, large property in fashionable Surrey, wife with all the social graces, conventional senior management position in solid London based corporation, the next behaving like a football hooligan when he rediscovers his roots. His treatment of females is so despicable I'm not surprised that distributors wouldn't touch this film.
At the end I wished that I was back in the fifties and that he was the one due the reckoning. No such luck.
The film has some merit for the acting and camerawork but as entertainment it just left a nasty taste in the mouth.
At the end I wished that I was back in the fifties and that he was the one due the reckoning. No such luck.
The film has some merit for the acting and camerawork but as entertainment it just left a nasty taste in the mouth.