What a deranged interpretation of 60’s culture. The kind of thing Antonioni satirizes in Blow-Up. Maybe I’m reaching because of the pervy photographer thing.
Anyway, it’s almost artistic the way every performance feels so terribly campy and fake—including Cushing in all his skittish neutrality. It’s a few super hard kill scenes in a muddled movie with an inappropriate score.
Corruption is scuzzy…not evocative like Eyes Without a Face, though not entirely uninspired. You can see the intent even if it isn’t very effective. Plus, lasers.
(US Theatrical Cut)