If they had cut out (or at least shortened) all the scenes of Cliff Robertson walking (usually up or down some stairs) from "Dominique", it could have been an effective 30-minute episode of a TV mystery series - and that's probably what it should have been in the first place. I like the plot of this movie: it keeps you guessing all the way and it ties up all the loose ends before it's over. But Michael Anderson's direction is, with a few exceptions (Robertson seeing the tombstone with his name on it, the murder of the doctor), stiff and pedestrian. The characters are lacking in personality and humor, though it's always a pleasure to see Jenny Agutter, for my tastes perhaps the most beautiful actress in 1970s cinema. ** out of 4.
Review of Dominique
