Sometimes a film’s mood creates a logic that, persuasive in the moment, doesn’t quite hold up in the cold light of day, . Such was my experience of Klute.
The mood is thick with the unpredictability, complexity, densely fascinating urbanity of 70s New York City.
But why does Fonda’s character suddenly decide to join so whole-heartedly in Sutherland’s quest? Given her preference for emotional detachment, their one night together hardly seems a sufficient basis.