Let me get this out of the way first - I absolutely loved the book and was consequently appalled at what happened along the way on its transition to this shallow, hackneyed, over-acted movie.
I have loved Claire Bloom for years but here she is grotesque, all gestures and wide-eyed enunciations as if she were on stage. Truly a string of false notes from start to finish of her desperate performance.
There is absolutely no chemistry between herself and Johnny played by Daniel Lavoie who is himself drawn in the most despicable of Eastern European caricatures, all brains, pitiful accented English and unrecognized talent, oozing sexuality and not fussy about whom he gloms it on to.
Alcoholic too to blur the edges and allow a good older Canadian woman to show him the error of his ways. Susannah York is wasted as well, pulled into some gluey stagey dialogue with her old friend Eva. Cringe making. Appalling. Avoid.
3 out of 10.
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