Eyes of Laura Mars
The blurb on the back:
No two people 'see' exactly alike. But she alone was cursed with the power and the vision of the ...
HE is a cop ... handsome, strong, and fiercely opposed to anyone who glamourises mindless violence.
Linda Mars and John Neville - two very different people, two very different worlds. Yet only together can they hope to survive the terrors to come. For, through her eyes, they can glimpse the macabre events in the future - her eyes are the psychic connection between life and death.
Okay, here's the set-up. Laura Mars is a high-art photographer who discovers that - by some absurd accident of empathy - she finds herself on occasion literally seeing through the eyes of another person. Regrettably, that other person is a psycho-killer and the occasions tend to be premonitions of his activities when he's out on a job.
That's it. There ain't no more. On screen, they got away with it by getting the wonderful Faye Dunaway in as the star and by filling the whole thing with high gloss superficiality (the photos of Ms Mars were actually taken by Helmut Newton - that's how shallow it is.) But even then it was touch and go, and if the original casting of Barbara Streisand had gone ahead, it would have sunk without trace. Instead it's a big budget pseudo-soft-porn movie that's still quite highly regarded by some.
So anyway, not much of a story. But what there is was written by John Carpenter, just coming off an incredible streak of movie-making and at the time one of Hollywood's hottest properties. In fact if Carpenter had died in 1978, he'd be remembered as the auteur James Dean, with his first three works - Dark Star, Assault on Precinct 13, Halloween - revered by film fans for ever. What we didn't realize back then was that he was suffering from Mendelssohn Syndrome, and that it was all downhill from here on in.
Carpenter and Zelag Goodman collaborated to write the screenplay from the story, and HB Gilmour was commissioned to write the novel. You'll remember Ms Gilmore from Pretty In Pink, but here we get some more detail, of which I'd like to share a little:
Which is all very well, but the story's way too flimsy to sustain a novel in excess of 200 pages.
ENTERTAINMENT VALUE: 1/5
HIPNESS QUOTIENT: 2/5
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