American Claire wakes up blood-soaked and bruised at the end of a runway in Spain. As she tries to account for her state, she has flashbacks from the past few days. She thinks she's killed someone, but isn't sure, and now she's wandering the Spanish streets without money or a clear memory.
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Best movie ever!
Fun premise, good actors, bad writing. This film seemed to have potential at the beginning but it quickly devolves into a trite action film. Ultimately it's very boring.
While it doesn't offer any answers, it both thrills and makes you think.
It is an exhilarating, distressing, funny and profound film, with one of the more memorable film scores in years,
This is one of the most underrated films ever. Some call it distracting and full of nonsense, but to me the film is beautifully telling that everything is intertwined - love and hatred, pleasure and pain, life and death. It shows there's always another side to things just like a messed-up Brit who actually is a guardian angel guiding the girl's lost soul all the way. I was only a kid when the film came out back in 1987, but it shook me with a huge magnitude and still does. When there's a light, there's also a shadow. My mind always circle back to this great piece of work at every phase of my life.
think it would be quite hard to include spoilers as few people seem to agree on what happened anyway. Roger Ebert's review seems very different than a version I have just seen, it must have been recut to make more sense at some point.I saw a this at a London test screening and the only clear memory is the beauty of Ellen Barkin and Marcus Miller and Miles Davis's music.This may be a spoiler but it is for the good of humanity, I never want to see the pus ugly oaf Alexei Sayle ever again, in any context, never mind sexual.For the gentlemen who asked about Bennie Maupin on bass clarinet, this is bassist/ composer (and mo fo) Marcus Miller
The working motto behind this pretentious blood-and-sex psychodrama seems to have been a paraphrase of Murphy's Law: if a thing is worth doing, it's worth doing badly. Here's a film with nothing to recommend it besides perverse casting, starring Ellen Barkin as an amnesiac skydiver wandering semi-naked around Spain, thinking she might have killed someone. But is she only dreaming, or has she gone insane? Attempts were made to camouflage a fatally weak script by needlessly fracturing the scenario into convoluted flashbacks and flashforwards, but the results are not unlike the rock videos director Mary Lambert once made, offering little else except the same self-absorbed imagery, artfully posed to no apparent purpose.
This film really deserves a better rep than it appears to have. It's not a fast moving film by any stretch, but it does a commendable job of portraying the phantasmagoric experience of the protagonist (played by Barkin). My strong suspicion is that people who have rated it poorly were wanting it to be a standard love story or follow a more traditional plot arc, and that it certainly does not do. Just the cast of this film should indicate that it's not your run of the mill flick, and every single member of the cast turns in a stunning performance (even the visually stunning but acting-challenged Grace Jones). The production values are good, and I really found the cinematography to be quite beautiful (but it -is- Spain, so that's not so surprising). Lastly, the Miles Davis soundtrack is haunting, poignant and beautiful. In my judgment, you can tell a lot about a person's response to this film by how they responded to Lynch's Mulholland Drive. If you like one, you'll like the other.