Roger Moore plays a man whose other half (the half with panache) finally wins control over his body, a body that was nearly killed (actually dies on the operating table for a few seconds) in a ferocious (and excitingly filmed) car crash. A conservative and safety conscious partner in a London engineering firm, he's let life slip by a bit too much, not making love with his wife, passing up on the chance to score with God knows how many beautiful young women, the one here being a photographer, and myriad other potentialities. Well the other Moore, (more like Bond) gets a shot at the life force after the accident, and the first one (Mr. Conservative) is increasingly bewildered at reports of sightings of him here and there, when he was somewhere else. Fighting for his family, his work, his reputation, and his sanity, he has most viewers rooting for him to come out on top. The two sides finally have it out in a brilliant conclusion, one in a Bentley (or Rolls) and the other in an Astin (or Lotus), that reaches classic cinematic proportions in this high class Cormanesque near masterpiece.