Darling

The British New Wave turns inward and eats itself alive--unwittingly. If the movie is overrated, it's still interesting to watch it collapse upon itself. One decade earlier, the censorship standards would have truncated this film to a point that it would not have made sense. Today it appears nervous and shallow, a metaphor for the empty values it claims to take to task. Julie Christie is the amoral heroine who drifts into success casually, like she's changing panties--she models, does a bit in films, deserts a husband, deceives a lover, drifts through affairs; it takes about 20 minutes to get that she doesn't "feel complete," and we understand, even if we can't pay...