Saturday, May 8, 2010

Psychedelic Noir



This still has punch as an existential mystery.  You think you'll be watching a bloke f***ing his way through 'Swinging London'.  

But before he gets half way through half their Mary Quant minis, he discovers, in the deep grain of a set of photographs he casually snapped in an isolated park, a corpse in the brush.

David Hemmings, the amoral, sexy bachelor torn between the dark room and various quim, ultimately leaves us wondering whether he's been personally deceived, or whether we all continually are.


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