Each of the four lead performances is exceptional, none more so than Burt Reynolds' beefy, supercilious Lewis.
John Boorman's 1972 film of the James Dickey novel has a beautiful visual style that balances the film's machismo message.
It's the stuff of which slapdash oaters and crime programmers are made but the obvious ambitions of Deliverance are supposed to be on a higher plane.
It's a haunting, nightmarish vision.
A fantasy about violence, not a realistic consideration of it.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
So many of Dickey's lumpy narrative ideas remain in his screenplay that John Boorman's screen version becomes a lot less interesting than it has any right to be.
| Original Score: 2.5/5