By the final page Schrader’s point is made clear. A point nobody at Fox wanted to make (everybody who talks about the freedom of cinema in the seventies should talk to Paul Schrader). So Schrader’s savage critique of fascist Revengeamatic flicks was turned by its makers into a savage fascist Revengeamatic. Yet . . . the greatest savage, fascist, Revengeamatic flick ever made. Which frustrates Schrader to this day.
