The characters philosophize and muse about love, war, religion, marriage, etc. but there is no clear line here. Sure, it's about the maturing of a girl who, since seeing a rainbow in childhood, strives for higher things. But she can't reach them any more than she can have that rainbow. (Right, Ken? Did I get it right? Deep stuff, indeed.) Translation: a confused free-spirit doesn't know what she wants, contradicts herself (as do most characters here), and bull****s occasionally. The film isn't boring, though; it's fairly interesting, but hardly fascinating. As is to be expected from a Russell film there is yet again homosexuality; but, thank God, this time it's lesbianism. There is also the absurdity of the ease with which Donohue seduces Davis. What was that all about? I mean, apart from the fact that everyone seems to be insane in a Russell movie.
Review of The Rainbow
