Synopsis: A writer on a safari in Africa lies wounded. While waiting for help, he has feverish recollections of his past life.
Appraisal: The big problem with this film is that it lacks a connecting empathy link that would be capable of transforming a tale of self-pity and egocentrism into an interesting story of broader appeal. The main character behaves like a spoiled child who revels in groaning about anything: if it is not the loss of a former love, it is his dissatisfaction with his writing. There is not a great story behind that groaning; it remains unmoving and borderline dull most of the time. I also have a problem with a plot point, viz. is it credible that the best way to get rid of an unwanted pregnancy is by throwing oneself from the top of a staircase? On a superficial level, the film is professionally done, with adequate performances and good music and cinematography (albeit marred by some stock footage insertions).
Note: the version I watched was 114 minutes long, however IMDb states the correct length as 117 minutes. Anyone knows the correct length?
Rating: 48
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