Director Robert Aldrich could and should have done a much better flick with the resources in hand: Reynolds in better form than usual, the unsurpassingly beautiful Deneuve, and great supporting actors like Ben Johnson, Eileen Brennan and Edward Albert, among others.
Instead, he comes up with a tame script with often inane dialogue; image editing is poor; sound editing mixes Aznavour with A MAN AND A WOMAN soundtrack bits; and Johnson beating Brennan and Reynolds beating up Deneuve really date this flick to the prehistoric era in mental and behavioral terms.
Ben Johnson's talent is wasted big time: he just disappears from the movie about two thirds into it. And he ain't dead, but wife Brennan is apparently thinking of seducing the much younger Reynolds, who also picks it up in the wind that Johnson is not the bio dad of the couple's deceased daughter.
A clumsy mess of a flick: the single worst waste of talent is the decision to make stunningly beautiful Deneuve a sex caller. What an insult!
Instead, he comes up with a tame script with often inane dialogue; image editing is poor; sound editing mixes Aznavour with A MAN AND A WOMAN soundtrack bits; and Johnson beating Brennan and Reynolds beating up Deneuve really date this flick to the prehistoric era in mental and behavioral terms.
Ben Johnson's talent is wasted big time: he just disappears from the movie about two thirds into it. And he ain't dead, but wife Brennan is apparently thinking of seducing the much younger Reynolds, who also picks it up in the wind that Johnson is not the bio dad of the couple's deceased daughter.
A clumsy mess of a flick: the single worst waste of talent is the decision to make stunningly beautiful Deneuve a sex caller. What an insult!