cactuswarmuth’s review published on Letterboxd:
If one was ever in search for the definition of on-screen chemistry, this would be a perfect example. Falk and Cassavetes are a duo from the cinema Gods; their give-and-take combative romance alone makes this a force to be reckoned with. And yet, there is still so much else, like the ever doughy and incompetent Ned Beatty (whose figure in one phone booth reflection shot with a flickering neon marquee had drool drip from my mouth). The photography is really something special, from the painterly deployment of color on the street shots to the interior long takes. An intensely strange film that exudes a glimpse of fragile, pleading masculinity that perhaps only a woman could capture (or let us see).