"Who are you? I didn't call you! Go to hell.
That's basically the whole movie. And seriously, this is no doubt a film that is the revelation of one actor. Had it not been for Jodie Foster, her stunning charisma, her sincere alien charm and her nudity, this film would have sunk among thousands of B-movies. He'd be forgotten. But Foster was so good that she created something amazing out of a penny story. Her almost mute heroine builds around every scene, although the real scene in the film was one or two and screwed. In general, this is a film from those good old days, when the grass was green, but upon detailed consideration of the dramas of that period were very sparse on events and pulled for 2 hours the content, which would quietly fit into a 10-minute short film.
In our time, involuntarily, one gets the impression that, with the exception of fiction, films then simply did not know how to work with their own capabilities and were long sketches with the life of people who do everything little and nothing really. The film mentions the problem of rape. So what? And nothing, everyone forgets about it, and nothing follows from it. This shows that Nell was raised turned on the Bible. Is that good or bad for her? And it turns out that this is not for her. Here are the urban thugs who can become the villains of the film. But no, they get scolded and they disappear from the movie. She learned how people have sensual love, maybe she will want it now and will fight for it. Not either. So maybe this is a film about the insidiousness of lawyers, doctors, journalists? This topic came up, but it was decided very quickly. In my opinion, no opportunity has been used at all, although history has thrown them one by one. The plot of the film was never born.
But none of that matters at all, because there was a one-man theater, and it was beautiful.