Dr. Alex Linden (Art Garfunkel) of Bad Timing is certainly one of the most unlikable and emotionally vacant characters of film history as a pedantic yet perverse psychoanalyst/professor who respects no one and nothing aside from his own bloated ego and sterile intellect. Why a lovely yet lecherous blonde lady in her mid-20s named Milena Flaherty (Theresa Russell) sees anything attractive in Linden is quite the inexplicable mystery, but the fact she is married to an ugly, overweight Czech man named Stefan Vognic (Denholm Elliott) certainly proves she has never been a woman of refined taste in men, especially considering her affair with an arrogant American psychoanalyst will lead to a brutal near death experience after being driven to a serious suicide attempt involving the swallowing of a number of nasty narcotics. As a woman who has no problem stating such salacious things as “it’s burning my pussy,” Milena certainly sparks a certain amount of seemingly intangible life in a soulless sophisticate like Alex Linden. While the patent prick of a psychoanalyst initially finds Milena’s free-spirited behavior and sassy and aggressive sensuality to be quite liberating, it does not take Linden long to develop a uniquely unhealthy obsession with Milena, including spying on her and digging up every dirty document (he produces psychoanalytic profiles for his own personal use via American military intelligence data supplied by army psychiatrists) he can find out about her Slavic hubby, a curious cuckold if there ever was one. After a dubious night with Milena that ends in the little lady’s hospitalization after a senseless attempt at self-slaughter via drug overdose, Linden finds himself the sole suspect of foul play by an American police investigator named Netusil (Harvey Keitel), who can read through the psychoanalyst's preposterous pretentiousness. Apparently, while suicide is not a big thing in Austria, “ravishment” aka rape is and investigator Netusil knows when and where vaginal swabs must be performed, but he finds out that getting a confession from a pernicious psychoanalyst—a man who has made a living at raping other men’s souls—proves to be a most complicated feat.
A virtual realist fantasy flick in the spirit of Philip Roth and Herbert Marcuse for Jews and shabbos goys in its perverse portrayal of a lustful sexual savagery between a Jew psychoanalyst and Shiksa goy gal and/or a malicious psychosexual horror melodramas for bad goys and gals, Bad Timing is a positively perturbing and pessimistic anti-love story for the technocratic and bureaucratic post-national cosmopolitan age, where the decidedly degenerate art (paintings by Klimt are featured in the opening credits) and pseudo-sciences of yesteryear have, quite absurdly, been elevated to the level of the best that the West has to offer. Undoubtedly, the female lead Milena's words “Why don’t you just fuck me death?” toward the end of Bad Timing certainly have more than a literal context as the Vienna portrayed in the film is inhabited by hostile rapist Jewish psychoanalysts, philistine Slavs, and exploitative Americans, which is something akin to a deadly outbreak of spiritual syphilis. With a scuzzy Semite as a leading 'man' and vomit-worthy multicultural noise from proto-hipster monkey-man Tom Waits, power poof pop group the Who, and degenerate Jazz Negress Billie Holiday in the land of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Bad Timing portrays an absurdly apocalyptic zeitgeist in European history that is as disgusting, unnatural, misceginated, and ultimately suicidal as the romantic relationship that is perversely portrayed in the film. If there ever was an allegorical love story for the decided death of the West, Bad Timing is it.