In the films of Director Joseph Losey, truth is not so much disclosed as inflicted. His characters stagger under the impact of selfdiscovery; sometimes they are destroyed by it. Losey shares with Playwright Harold Pinter, one of his most frequent collaborators, a fascination with the surfaces of illusion, with the means by which people delude themselves, and with the mechanics of their inevitable undoing. In earlier Losey-Pinter films, the catalysts of doom were generally characters of a certain ambiguous authority, like the gentleman's gentleman in The Servant or the young girl at...
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