My review was written in May 1990 after watching the movie at a Manhattan screening room.
"Force of Circumstance" is an unwatchable assemblage of footage shot in 1987 purporting to be a feature film. Definitely derriere garde, interminable exercise inexplicably escaped from the lab and is being released theatrically.
With scenes ending arbitrarily via execrable editing, non-story never takes root. Borbala Major walks through a lead role (her dialog has been replaced in post-production) of a courier repping Moroccan dissidents who arrives in Washington, D. C. with secret documents.
In one of the worst performances ever committed to celluloid, Tom Wright stumbles through his part as a Virginia mansion owner pondering whether to sell the estate to wooden Eric Mitchell (Gotham filmmaker wearing a fez) as a safe haven for fleeing Moroccan royalty.
There's no evidence of directorial or writing talent in this amateur farrago, made possible by grants from N. Y. State Council on the Arts, NEA and Jerome Foundation. Most prominent thesp on view, Steve Buscemi, looks lost in a non-role as a pig tender.
