Aboriginal puissance pitted against Anglo effeteness, for the umpteenth time, with Alan Bates, back from the Outback to Mother England and in possession of a magical death shout that has a wipeout radius comparable to that of an atom bomb, representing the threat to English gentility. Jerzy Skolimowski's image of the verdant countryside, the sand hills along the coast, and the stone houses, has a fresh-minted quality, or "minty fresh" in mouthwash parlance, but the composition of the shots, the sequencing of them, and the timing are all of a sloppiness that could, with utmost charity, be described as eccentric. Adapted from a story by Robert Graves; with Susannah York and John Hurt. (1978) — Duncan Shepherd
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