Nolte is the celebrity investigator hired by a flaky 'do-gooder' to
prove the innocence of a teenage boy she knows on a charge of murder.
From the outset, you know this isn't going to be a conventional
'thriller'. You know instantly that Winger's character of the supposed
'do-gooder' is, shall we say, a little on the strange side; that her
come-on to Nolte is so quick she may even be a nymphomaniac and that
Nolte's investigation is going off in directions that conventional
thrillers don't. You also know that Arthur Miller doesn't do
'conventional'.
Of course, the talent on the screen didn't translate into a commercial success. Even the critics, with the exception of Pauline Kael, who loved the film, were stand-offish. Here was a crime movie that no-one could understand or know what to make of but in its off-the-wall way it was trail-blazingly original and I still think it's one of the truly great American films of its decade. If you don't know it, seek it out and give yourself over to its sublime strangeness.
Of course, the talent on the screen didn't translate into a commercial success. Even the critics, with the exception of Pauline Kael, who loved the film, were stand-offish. Here was a crime movie that no-one could understand or know what to make of but in its off-the-wall way it was trail-blazingly original and I still think it's one of the truly great American films of its decade. If you don't know it, seek it out and give yourself over to its sublime strangeness.
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