Melina is Maria, a beautiful wife and mother who happens to be an alcoholic, as well as extremely neurotic. On a trip to Spain with her husband (Peter Finch) and their close friend (Romy Schneider), they end up in an overcrowded hotel whose city is dealing with rolling blackouts and a murderer on the run. After witnessing Finch and Schneider making out, an already drunk Maria finds the hiding killer, a young Spaniard who killed his wife in a fury after finding out she was the town tramp. She takes him out of town and promises to return, a promise of course that ends up in tragedy.
There is so little plot, but Mercouri gives a sensitive and earthy portrayal, playing a woman whose problems only begin with the bottle. This could have been wrapped up in an hour long anthology TV show, but the film stretches out to just under 90 minutes, fortunate because any longer, it would become more grating than Mercouri's neurotic character, a woman I sympathized with, but only for so long. Finch and Schneider are secondary to the plot; It's more a character study for Maria. It gets a bit erotic in one sequence when Mercouri and Schneider shower together, but the promised eroticism between Mercouri and the Spanish killer (saying not a word) never comes out, which makes the lonely Maria's obsession with him seem pointless unless she's just on a suicide mission. As the film draws to a close, Finch wanders through the streets of Madrid calling out his wife's name ("Maria!"), I half expected him to break into the Leonard Bernstein/Stephen Sondheim song of the same name.
There is so little plot, but Mercouri gives a sensitive and earthy portrayal, playing a woman whose problems only begin with the bottle. This could have been wrapped up in an hour long anthology TV show, but the film stretches out to just under 90 minutes, fortunate because any longer, it would become more grating than Mercouri's neurotic character, a woman I sympathized with, but only for so long. Finch and Schneider are secondary to the plot; It's more a character study for Maria. It gets a bit erotic in one sequence when Mercouri and Schneider shower together, but the promised eroticism between Mercouri and the Spanish killer (saying not a word) never comes out, which makes the lonely Maria's obsession with him seem pointless unless she's just on a suicide mission. As the film draws to a close, Finch wanders through the streets of Madrid calling out his wife's name ("Maria!"), I half expected him to break into the Leonard Bernstein/Stephen Sondheim song of the same name.