No potboiler by Jacqueline Susann or Harold Robbins or one of their relatives has ever lurched faster and farther into daydream improbabilities. And none of those, furthermore, has had the indecency to drag in Goethe and an analytical note on him by Leslie Fiedler. Writer-director James Toback, who somewhat resembles Fiedler with his Fifties-beatnik look, himself plays the Comp. Lit. professor who drags in these cultural heavyweights (he plays the role in the distracted manner of one who cannot quite remember where he has hidden the cue cards). And although this character is plainly supposed to be seen as an ass, the brand of romanticism he espouses is serious enough. The audience's seriousness, sorely tested by this bubbling brew of classical music, haute couture, and international terrorism, is more in doubt. Nastassia Kinski, Rudolf Nureyev, Harvey Keitel. (1983) — Duncan Shepherd
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