The tell-tale director’s name in the title fingers this as one of those late-period bunches of self-indulgent cobblers, to wit two hours of ‘impressionistic’ vignettes including mime artists, blokes in white safari suits, women in fur coats and wide-brimmed hats, convoys of Vespas outside the Coliseum, Dayglo nuns on a catwalk, car crashes, ugly people, naked people, and plenty of shots of Fellydraws making the film we’re currently watching in a trad Chinese puzzle stylee that must have been tediously old hat even in 1972.
