The acting is so overboard, with Ray and Linda on the run from the memory Feds. At this point, the movie just couldn’t muster enough sanity to be believable.
Mary Reilly loses its grip on viewers within the first half hour. For all its dark lighting and gloomy atmosphere, real tension and fear are sorely lacking.
Flesh, the first of a trilogy that included Trash and Heat (1969 and 1970 respectively), is likely the best-known (and most enjoyable, continuity-wise).
It’s textbook Walken, tailor-made for his blank stares and jaundiced sneers. From taking out mob bosses, to dancing, we adore the man for doing what we can’t.