The working motto behind this pretentious blood-and-sex psychodrama seems to have been a paraphrase of Murphy's Law: if a thing is worth doing, it's worth doing badly. Here's a film with nothing to recommend it besides perverse casting, starring Ellen Barkin as an amnesiac skydiver wandering semi-naked around Spain, thinking she might have killed someone. But is she only dreaming, or has she gone insane? Attempts were made to camouflage a fatally weak script by needlessly fracturing the scenario into convoluted flashbacks and flashforwards, but the results are not unlike the rock videos director Mary Lambert once made, offering little else except the same self-absorbed imagery, artfully posed to no apparent purpose.
