Judging by his Rolls Royce coupé that he tours London in, the young "Thomas" (David Hemmings) is a successful man. He makes his living as a photographer amongst the great and the good of the vacuous world of fame and celebrity. Drink, drugs and sex are wherever he wants them, whenever he wants them - and though fun, that's not really enough. He is in a park one evening when he espies a couple and takes some snaps. "Jane" (Vanessa redgrave) is not impressed and wants the negatives. He sees the chance to have some fun and so teases her, discovering not just that she is truly desperate to obtain them but also, on inspection of the images, that he has accidentally photographed a murder! Who did what to whom, why, and what he can get from a scenario that now has him tingling? Just what did happen and what does "Jane" have to do with anything? It's got a very vibrant, Bohemian, 1960s feel to it from start to finish and Hemmings is in his element as the rather unlikable, manipulative, playboy. Redgrave also comes across well as her character's vulnerability - though to what we don't yet know - is also well captured as the mystery deepens. The X rating is all about tits and bums. There's nothing gruesome or graphic here to terrorise the viewer, instead we get a thriller set amidst a world of hedonism and profligacy and whilst Redgrave comes across as a more reluctant visitor to this territory, Hemmings looks a natural. Yes, it's dated a little but the story itself still stands up to a watch.