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There is an early example of a key Polanski theme; the shifting of power within a small group. This is a three-hander with a young, rootless hitch-hiker joining a married couple on a sailing trip, scored by an improvised saxophone. Which gives the picture a blue note of melancholy.
And gradually an ominous strain of menace is introduced into the dynamic, especially as the wife is an attractive younger woman suffocating in a loveless marriage. Much of the action gravitates around the outsider’s threatening blade. Which is presumably phallic. And a theatrical example of Chekhov’s gun…
This all threatens to become a suspense thriller, but doesn’t quite happen. It’s a very cinematic examination of a disintegrating marriage and a reflection on the alienation of a younger generation. The performances are fair and the b&w photography is expressive. But mainly this is a showreel for its talented director.