Artsy decadence from Nicolas Roeg and Donald Cammell, in which the narrative decays more quickly than the characters (1970). The elliptical editing style makes it hard to tell what's going on, though it seems to have something to do with a petty gangster (James Fox) who holes up with kinky Mick Jagger and his girlfriends (Anita Pallenberg and Michele Breton) for a weekend of identity assault. Rapture and boredom both seem valid responses.