“A good example of the updating of genres, and of the marriage of mass media and high culture. It's a Jacobean revenge-tragedy done as a film noir. It's a Burt Lancaster movie of the '40s redone as a Lee Marvin movie of the '60s. And Raymond Chandler meets Antonioni as the unstoppable ex-con sets out to beat his money out of the organization men - or rather androids. The psychedelic disco becomes a razzle-dazzle camouflage of confused identities, and Angie Dickinson, like the last human being in the world of busy gadgets, tries to beat a little feeling into Lee Marvin's too too solid flesh....”