An elliptical, fascinating, but finally pointless exercise, adapted
by Harold Pinter from Ian McEwan's creepy but equally pointless
novella. Everett and Richardson are the couple holidaying in Venice,
who meet a very odd pair (Walken and Mirren) and become their obsession.
Lushly photographed and scored (by Angelo Badalamenti), it's an
elaborate mystery with no real solution - but then, so is Don't Look Now,
the obvious inspiration for its atmosphere of elusive menace. Walken,
stylishly loopy as ever, and Everett - well cast as a narcissistic male
mannequin - outshine the women.
