The Pseuds are gonna be falling over themselves to rave about this piece of cheese followed closely by the Academics lining up to 'teach' it. Good luck to both camps. Basically it's a pseudo-intellectual 'director' wallowing in self-indulgence, seemingly willfully - certainly knowingly - miscasting two incompatible leads and seeking in the to temper this by setting the action in an out-of-season Venice and more or less ignoring the 'tourist-picture-postcard elements in favour of a cryptic and virtually meaningless storyline involving two unsympathetic leading characters in the shape of a fraudulent novelist and - we have to take their word for this - an irresistible woman, who is, in fact, as irresistible as a three a.m. rap on the door by the Gestapo. Stanley Baker and Jeanne Moreau don't even try to do anything with this drek and it's yawns all round.
Review of Eva
