The Gold Diggers Review

Perhaps the kind of movie you would imagine a film-school student, in a particularly experimental phase, 
to make, Sally Potter’s debut feature is a much more radical demonstration of her interests and style than her better-known flicks Orlando and The Man Who Cried. 
Essentially structured around two quests — Julie Christie’s exploration of her memories, Colette Lafont’s investigation into the nature of finance — Potter’s film tackles the commodification of women, 
and the pleasures and pitfalls of mainstream cinema. The movie is as cold as its Icelandic landscapes but there is wit in the dance numbers and Potter crafts both arresting imagery and a surreal, absurdist tone reminiscent of later David Lynch.