Review of The Man Who Haunted Himself (1970) by John D — 17 Jun 2008
Schizophrenic with a capital *S*. One of Roger Moore's finest roles sees him juggle with the eerie supernatural aftermath of an accident, and the earthly reality of his family life falling to pieces in its wake.
Like many action hero types who meekly allow themselves to become typecast, Moore shows his true measure with a plot that leaves much to the imagination while equally managing to hold its place firmly above the chilling mystery.
Michael Lewis's lonely wistful theme probes into the vast and impersonal shots of consumerist London, a breeding ground for the (probably) Tory voting Pelham, ingredients which in the final scheme of things, makes Moore's achievement of winning the audience's empathy an even greater achievement.
Serious respect to Roger Moore for this one, it's a real pity he so often settled for second best when it came to choosing employment, as here he proves his abillities stretched beyond getting clobbered across the head every split second, via some hyperactive eyebrows.
This review of The Man Who Haunted Himself (1970) was written by John D on 17 Jun 2008.
The Man Who Haunted Himself has generally received positive reviews.
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