As tedious, as self-indulgent, as inert, as exasperating as the typical Henry Jaglom talkathon may be, at least we can feel the filmmaker is in his element. Here he is hopelessly over his head with the forces of destiny, the occult, eternal love. The repetitive semi-improvisatory delivery of lines, the slow lazy zoom shots, the general atmosphere of limpness and squishiness are hardly conducive to sweeping you off your feet. Victoria Foyt, Jaglom's mate in real life, ought to feel flattered, whether or not fortunate. Stephen Dillane, the man smitten with her on screen, seems skeptical of the entire enterprise. Michael Brandon, Vanessa Redgrave. (1998) — Duncan Shepherd
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