This is an almost perfect movie, with Walken giving his most detailed and crafty performance, Helen Mirren unbelievably creepy, and Rupert Everett hilariously unequipped to deal with being a universal sex object, attracting the violent responses sex objects often attract The movie is luscious to look at, and has its own inexorable logic if you use that thing in your head called a brain. Schrader's best.
