dir. Alan J Pakula
USA, 1971
The first of his "paranoia trilogy" is less explicitly political, but has some amazing moments, like after a heavy-breather phone call the camera pans away from Jane Fonda's bed, through her darkened apartment, her sitting up in bed, terrified, the jangly chime-like music perfectly matching the isolation.
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