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It's funny watching the elements come together in this complicated scam. On one hand, the set-up isn't quite as complex as it seems, but there's an easy sense of fun in every exchange.

Just intense enough to provide a much-needed diversion, just lightweight enough to make you forget about it soon after it’s over. It’s not exactly “good,” per se, but it does what it sets out to do in terms of putting us on edge, which makes it … successful?

Story: It's very simple but honestly that is fine.

A barrage of images, an aural onslaught of eerie vocals - this documentary starts with the death of an enigma. It asks the audience the question - who was Peter Whitehead? The 'docudrama' form of this film deals with a man shrouded in mystery. It uses snippets of his life, excerpts from his films, and staged encounters with the many women of his life to convey the psyche of a man who was so caught-up in his own existence that it eventually had the better of him. The power of his character had an immense effect on the spectator, and evidently, also on those who bothered to listen to him. His hypnotic and charismatic demeanour, often dealing with the erotic fetishisation of Falcons (hence the title), explained his lifestyle in terms of the ancient mythological power of the great bird. Perhaps his behaviour was the result of the drug-induced psychedellic ethos of the 1970s, or maybe it was just a huge ego-trip. Either way, by the end of the film the answer to the question - who was Peter Whitehead? - is still left open.