The Love Machine
Time Out saysThe love machine isn't a sex aid (unless you like your sex sleek, ruthless and sadistic), it's television, and its embodiment the glacier-profiled person of newscaster Robin Stone (Law). We're taken, courtesy of Jacqueline Susann's novel, on a picaresque trip of the American television industry, in hot pursuit of Robin's rise to fame and power over the bodies of various ladies, including the network chief's wife (who gives him a final boost to the top in exchange for a key to his apartment) and a top model who commits suicide when he rejects her love. The world is the glossy ideal of Western consumer society (silk, models, fashion, even a camp photographer), and the film works on the crudest level possible. Pernicious crap.