The Passenger (1975) review

David Locke (Jack Nicholson), who is making a documentary in Africa, gets his Land Rover stuck in the sand, struggles to get back to town, finds a deceased man named David Robertson (Charles Mulvehill) in the hotel and makes the decision to swap identities with him - a little while later, he goes on the run with a young student (Maria Schneider), trying to avoid his adulterous ex-wife Rachel (Jenny Runacre).  All of your expected Antonioni elements are in place - alienation from society, separation from the self, occasionally clunky dialogue - plus it has the star power of Nicholson to guide it along (through the desert and the streets of Barcelona) and it presents a very significant question: if you had the opportunity to fake your own death (and get away with it!) and live in the proverbial shoes of another person (even if that person is a gun-runner for rebels) just to "be free" of your past, would you try it?  Nicholson is, as one might expect, just outstanding - he's no stranger to existential road movies - and the cinematography (by Luciano Tovoli) lends to its haunted aura.