This movie is mix of cheese and genuine quality. It's fun to laugh at Eastwood's sideburns and "cool jazz" dj voice as well as his newbie directorial indulgences (like forgeting the plot for what feels like 20 min & turning into a jazz festival doc). Jessica Walter is great, however the novely of this film has been cheapened over the years since by being ripped off a few times.
One of the earliest examples of lame-ass anti-woman 'thrillers' all sympathetic to boring white male leads who bang unstable women and expect us to care when they can't handle the consequences. Just as shit and offensive as Fatal Attraction. Why anyone would be obsessed with cardboard cutout Clint Eastwood (who even here has the sex appeal of rotting dust jacket) is beyond me, I guess the bitch really WAS crazy!
A rather tentative formula-thriller - despite some odd jazzy and sexual longueurs adding little except length. Stock characters - ying and simple yang female counterpoints - hold it back from any sense of realism and modish editing merely adds noise without texture. Nevertheless it plots it's predictable way to the expected denouement passably enough.
Not a bad directorial debut from Eastwood but his beige acting here (and a not-so-perfect story) sort of takes away from Jessica Walter's great performance. It's amazing to watch her in a dramatic role after watching her over and over as Lucille Bluth. Sure it's a little dated and Eastwood isn't in his comfort zone, but it's enjoyable enough.
Probably the most openly misogynistic of Eastwood's films. Also the most narratively incoherent. A dim-witted trope of half-baked actions, pseudo-dramatic twists and some really awful references to classic American thrillers.
Eastwood's efficiency as a director can be seen on screen for better and worse. While he shows an early talent for getting fantastic performances, a lot of the lighting and production design felt akin to exploitation film aesthetics. JW for the win though, right?