Despite being no fan of Goldblum, even I have to admit that
he is highly suited for the title role here, as a serial killer who might
be Satan: he has the right distracted and casual approach, and the his
first encounter with policeman Alan Bates left me gasping at the audacity
of it all. Unfortunately, after he lets himself get captured, the pace
slows to a crawl and it switches to concentrate on his psychiatrist, a
Helen Mirren look-alike whose faith in modern science is sadly misfounded.
It has the feel of a Euro-pudding, with some of the characters looking
suspiciously dubbed, yet has some effectively creepy moments, mostly when
Goldblum is on-screen. His forceful presence in the end is wasted on a
climax without a climax, leaving this somewhat forgotten 1990 film not much
more than an interesting failure.
C
