“If I’m going to write him in, I hope to find out what he’s about…”
While his wife (Glenda Jackson) is away in Baden Baden, a jealous writer (Michael Caine) imagines she’s having an affair with a mysterious man (Helmut Berger) she’s met on the elevator. Soon Berger inexplicably shows up at their house in England, and Caine’s jealousy continues to grow…
This disappointing romantic mystery (directed by Joseph Losey) fails to provide much enjoyment on any level. Glenda Jackson is at her shrill worst as a dissatisfied housewife whose husband suspects her every move; Caine is adequate at best; and Berger is inexplicably stiff as a shady character whose motivations are never fully explained. The entire story is framed as a sort of “what’s real? what’s not?” exploration, with Caine’s attempt to generate grist for his new novel conveniently propelling the action — but the central problem is that we simply don’t care much about any of these characters or their affairs of the heart.
Redeeming Qualities and Moments:
No; this is definitely one of Losey’s lesser efforts, and not worth seeking out. Listed as a Cult Movie in the back of Peary’s book.