More misguided Tuesday Weld and Jack Nicholson completism. Orson Welles joined them in a strange, indulgent and unsuccessful stasis in NYC as the City became unsafe. I only kept half an eye on the last third. I don't know what would it would've taken to make this watchable; it seems essentially misconceived.
Vincent Canby paid more attention than I did. "[...] Philip Proctor [...] plays [Weld]'s square suitor with the sort of puzzled eyes and half smile that I associate with Nicholson, who may be setting the acting style for the 1970's."