Pamela Franklin keeps a cool head when friend Michelle Dotrice disappears on a bright and sunny French road, populated by sinister farm labourers and other slightly hostile inhabitants. Robert Fuest's treatment is inventive when you consider this sort of thriller material is often reserved for night, frequently providing creepy shots of the road, distant motorbikes, the woods etc. But Brian Clemens and Terry Nation's script really fucks up in the behaviour of French policeman Sandor Elès (why does he ruin the dead girl's film, for example?) and spoils an otherwise tense and inventive film.
Some of the pop music (including the theme music) sounds really awful.
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