Claude Chabrol goes to Hollywood, 1978
This is remarkably simple, and remarably nasty. It is very straightforward, with no real psychological insight or depth, but is plain nasty. Cabrol has toned down all the even noticeable formal elements, except for some 1980s stylisation of the sets and perhaps a few longer takes.
The first is absolutely grim, Donald Sutherland grows into a hangdog expression, with little to no interior life, where everything is just dirty, mucky. The second half is presumably a piss take, with a certain TV movie flavour (though elegantly directed) that reveals itself as frankly just nasty, plain nasty. Rather like many other low-circulation thrillers really; but making it well directed just brings out how absolutely vile what goes on in them is.
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