Donald Cammell reportedly spent his childhood on the knee of Aleister Crowley, he went from a painter to a writer to a director. While a good chunk of his career was confounded by trying to make multiple movies with Marlon Brando, he did leave us with Demon Seed, Performance and this movie before killing himself with a shotgun.

Rich young women keep getting killed in Globe, Arizona and this movie in no way skimps from the horrific carnage that they are treated to. Even though this is from 1987, it's still shocking. The first kill has an incredible 55 cuts in two minutes and twenty seconds, making it seem even more violent than it is.

Detective Charles Mendoza to visit Paul White, a sound expert to the rich and famous that is able to make an echo that he hears inside the air cavities of his head - yes, Cammell definitely made this - and that's how he picks where the speakers go in each room.

Paul stole his wife Joan from an old friend Mike on a hunting trip in which he mutilated a deer and covered his face in its blood. Again, Cammell definitely made this movie. Oh yeah - and Mike is haunting the couple, ten years older and walking. The streets constantly eating peanut butter and claims he has the ability to see the past and future, which may come in handy because Paul has definitely been murdering women and hiding them in his bathroom, explaining to his wife when he's caught that the universe has picked him because its heart is female and destructive like a black hole and demands destruction. And also because...you know who made this movie.

Paul then decides to lock his wife in the basement, dress in Kabuki makeup with a vest covered with explosives and chases his wife, daughter and even Mike into a cave where he keeps making his echo sound to please himself and further explains how the universe wants him to kill women.

Yeah - you know that I totally loved this absolutely berserk movie.

For all Brando screwed with Cammell professionally, he did take the time to write a letter to the MPAA to ensure that this didn't get an X rating. So there's that, I guess.

Tucson hi-fi engineer Paul White (David Keith) finds himself suspected of several brutal murders and must convince the cops that he is innocent: hardly an original set-up for a movie, but director Donald Cammell's approach is far from standard, with an experimental visual style, random exchanges of dialogue, unconventional editing, and a narrative that develops in an unpredictable fashion, all of which makes White of the Eye an offbeat, occasionally impenetrable, but undeniably unique experience.

Cammell draws inspiration from the giallo for his first murder scene, which is shot in ultra-stylish fashion, with extreme close-ups of the killer's eye. During a bath-tub drowning, the murderer holds up a mirror to the victim's face so that she can see herself die, echoing Michael Powell's classic Peeping Tom (1960). Other scenes (including several flashbacks to how Paul met his wife Joan, played by Cathy Moriarty) possess an art-house vibe that, coupled with the impressive imagery, give the film a somewhat surreal atmosphere.

In the film's major plot twist, Joan discovers a secret stash of bagged, bloody body parts hidden in a cavity underneath the family bath: it turns out that Paul is the killer after all! From here-on in, the film goes into bonkers over-drive, with Paul displaying his true colours to his wife and young daughter Danielle (Danielle Smith),allowing Keith to give a truly deranged performance. Paul puts his hair into a man-bun, paints his face red, straps explosives to his body, and begins talking complete nonsense, giving Joan serious cause for concern, despite his proclamations of love.

The film also throws in some mysticism regarding the positioning of objects to symbolise the points on an ancient Indian compass, but the relevance of this is never really explained.

It's all a bit weird, but, at the same time, quite entertaining. 5.5/10, rounded up to 6 for IMDb.

The last half of the movie is a "shining" ripoff ;to be fair ,one should add there's a final "unexpected " twist for good measure,and plenty of gore .It's a wonder attractive Cathy Moriarty did not go nuts after such an adventure.

The first half suffers from a loose screenplay .Most of the scenes do not bring much to the thin plot.The most interesting side is the guy-next-door side of the hero ,but the "I can't help it,It's another person " neurosis is as old as the hills ,itw as already what Peter Lorre said in Lang's "M".If you do not ask for too much,you may have a look ,but only if you are into the "serial killer" sub genre.