Bogarde is in his element - sneering, arrogant, capable of charm, possibly gay (is that a muscle magazine he's reading in the resort?), clever, a very self-aware psychotic. It's terrific work, very much in the vein of his seducers in The Sleeping Tiger and The Servant.
The piece is very snobby in a way - all the working class characters are fairly stupid (the maid, Kathleen Harrison, is a moron, Lockwood is hoodwinked; the heroes are a middle class detective and lady Kay Walsh). Lewis Gilbert directs with verve, with memorable moments like the opening fun ride. The final crash where Bogarde dies is a bit ridiculous and feels tacked on.
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