August 06, 1979 12:00 PM

It was good of Sidney to confess right off, so no innocent bystanders would be blamed for this film. It’s based on his novel about a woman—played by Audrey Hepburn—who inherits a multinational drug conglomerate from her murdered father. Her very extended family is a multinational acting conglomerate—Ben Gazzara, James Mason, Claudia Mori, Irene Papas, Michelle Phillips, Romy Schneider, Omar Sharif and Beatrice Straight. Except for Sharif, who lampoons his own superstud image, and Hepburn, elegantly lovely at 50, they’re an enervated bunch. Though Hepburn’s life is continually threatened, there is no suspense, and when the movie rushes to a let’s-get-it-over-with end, all kinds of subplots are left unresolved. Like, what did those porno “snuff” movie murders have to do with the plot anyway? Terence Young, who directed such terrific films as Thunder-ball and Wait until Dark, has come a cropper this time. (R)

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