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When you talk about "The Swimmer" will you talk about yourself?
Neddy Merrill has been away for most of the Summer. He reappears at a friend's pool. As they talk, someone notices that there are pools spanning the entire valley. He decided to jog from pool to pool to swim the whole valley. As he stops in each pool his interactions tell his life story.
The opening shot pans over luscious green trees to reveal the youthful looking back of a man diving into a rich blue swimming pool. Burt Lancaster emerges out the over end, tanned, lean and defying every bit of his 55 years. He spends every minute of the film wearing nothing but his swimming trunks, looking great and knowing it, an appearance that ripples away as easily as the pools he dives into.
Journeying with Ned through the connecting hills of white upper middle-class suburbia lifts the lid on those who seem to have it all. Broken marriages, secret lovers, racism and shallow parenting lie buried underneath a glittering veneer of expense.
At times it's a strange and surreal approach used…
I just cannot get over how much I love The Swimmer.
Especially the opening.
I remember seeing it for the first time. I could sense that I was in for something special. I just knew I was about to fall madly in love.
The fluidity of that camera!
The lightness of Lancaster’s step that stands in juxtaposition to the strength of his body. He’s old and young at once. There's something curious about his movements, like a boy who’s exploring the last summer of his childhood. A new day has begun, and it is begging to be discovered with all senses.
But something’s looming over those woods, something in the air feels off, a darkness that's following him like the…
As a pointed commentary on "modern living" (b/w some sly scuttlebutt about the gulf between haves and have-nots), as a sympathetic yet unflinching depiction of a man's misspent life, as an embodiment of his fractured delusions, as a cautionary tale about the poisonous allure of nostalgia, as a possibly accidental case of form mirroring function (cf. the mismatched cuts serving to reflect Merrill's addled state of mind), and most definitely as a testament to Burt Lancaster's ability to simultaneously embody virility and vulnerability, this film is 99.99.99% perfect.
I'm not a huge fan of Burt Lancaster. If you were ask me why, I wouldn't really have an answer. He doesn't annoy me, I have no complaints about his acting, he looks okay in swimming trunks(This is off topic, but I'd love to see Lancaster from this film and Kirk Douglas from The Fury (1978) battle it out). I have nothing bad to say about him and, yet, I dunno, I'm just not feeling it.
I say this quite often but for someone who has seen thousands of films, I still have a glaring gap in my viewing. I had not seen The Swimmer before nor did I really have any knowledge about it, apart from my husband telling…
The Swimmer is a film often cited as being 'surreal', yet I've always thought that was a pretty easy catch-all term for a film that is actually not that surreal at all.
It's strange, certainly, but I think that a lot about films made around this era. The late 1960s are a period of film that fascinate me, caught in a semi-limbo between Hays Code restrictions and straining at the leash to portray something more adult and free. The Swimmer feels like that too - sexually expressive but not explicit, taboo teasing but never baiting. It's an odd film that, arguably, fits its time better than it would fit any other time in cinema history.
Any semblance of surreality here…
The Swimmer is a bewitchingly hallucinatory experience, which starts off as a fun adventure and progresses into a character unravelling step by step and pool by pool to the point of disintegration.
Burt Lancaster is magnetic and searing in a phenomenal performance, and pulls off a film spent entirely in his swimming trunks.
Through Lancaster, The Swimmer evolves into a terrible souring of the American dream. A very 60s revelatory experience with an echo that wont leave your mind.
Somehow, The Swimmer's tacky and dated affectations only enhance its power. It's uniquely devastating.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
"I'm cold. What's the matter with that sun? There's no heat in it."
A bizzare character and period study that constantly keeps you guessing, 'The Swimmer' provides some of the most poignant commentary of American suburban, white culture without ever being heavy-handed (except maybe that babysitter scene). As Lancaster laps through each neighbor's pool ranging from pompous partiers to elderly nudists, we slowly lean of his background and lifestyle, which he is unable to fully confront. There were some surreal transitions and odd dialogue, but the film is so strange that it really flew by for me. Most of all, I admired the tedious nature of how the people slowly begin to chastise Lancaster.
I liked that Burt Lancaster called The Swimmer, about a man who decides to "swim to home" across the relatively quiet upper-middle class suburbia by taking a swim in each of his neighbors swimming pools (and one rec center), called this "Death of a Salesman in swim trunks." I can still see the connections with the disillusionment of, and a critique by others, of the American (white) middle-class male in the promise of having it "all", but having the connection to Willy Loman and the story of falling so completely from grace and promise (and failing himself repeatedly) marks this as something special in American cinema at the time. And Burt Lancaster, in his 50's by the time he made…
The Swimmer is not only one of the most nuanced takedowns of the American Dream on film, but also one of the finest character studies I've ever seen. I'm not one for impulsive hyperbole, but when a film this rich and poignant arrives, you don't walk. You swim.
It may seem superficial to devote time praising Lancaster's body, but hear me out for a minute. This is a largely kinetic movie, spearheaded by Lancaster's physical performance. His preparation for the role required rigorous exercise so his fifty-five year-old body would take the proper form. I'm not hear to slobber and squeal over his good looks (okay, maybe a little). It's just that Lancaster's body is a very prominent aspect of…
Incredible film. Simple concept. Universal
Reminds me of one of those experimental Don-focused Mad Men episodes, that's both gently surreal and thematically obvious. Frank Perry's direction is inventive and the Hamlisch score is overwrought, matching Lancaster's weirdly intense performance.
I have no doubt that a bleak fever dream about the emptiness of American suburban life cut deep in 68, but this film hasn't aged particularly well. It's all a little silly.
The Swimmer is a strange and wonderful film, helped by a fantastic central performance from Burt Lancaster as the titular character. He's Ned Merrill, a man who gets the idea into his head one sunny day to head home via the swimming pools of friends and neighbours. But some of them don't seem so friendly any more. Each scene seems to contain intriguing undercurrents (no pun intended), you can practically feel the sun on your skin and the water being splashed around, and there are moments and ideas here that will linger in your mind long after it has ended.
Like a long episode of Mad Men, one of those existential crisis ones.
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