Soviet émigré Andrei Konchalovsky (Siberiade etc.) comes to America and goes back in time to post-WWII, and his vision, or his photography anyway, is unrelievedly cold, damp, and dreary. His story, however, is evidently intended to be full of ardor. The fantasy of being married to Nastassja Kinski had kept John Savage alive in a Japanese prison camp, and after the war the fantasy comes miraculously true. But though he loves her, loves her so much "my whole body falls apart," he is not able to, you know, fulfill his obligations. Then the parade of lovers starts, but only after Kinski has had the chance to play that classic scene of examining her breasts in the bedroom mirror, and to roll around on the bed in a feverish sweat. And to be more precise, there is really only one lover, a wandering minstrel with "the face of Robert Taylor, the voice of Sinatra" (Keith Carradine), and on only one occasion: "A virgin! Hot diggity dog!" A baby results, and a reconciliation not long after. Disbelief and indifference are way ahead of either. With Robert Mitchum, Vincent Spano, and Bud Cort. (1984) — Duncan Shepherd
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