Without giving anything away, the very end of this movie, particularly the last shot that swirls into black and the muted piano tinkering, is just so perfect, so evocative, so spooky, so tragic. I'm getting goosebumps just thinking back to it. Boy, if you're one of the many out there that has yet to watch Seconds, you are in for a cinematic treat. Do yourself a favor and put it on your watchlist if it isn't already there, or go watch it immediately. John Randolph and Rock Hudson deliver career best performances, John Frankenheimer directs his sharpest, bleakest film, Jerry Goldsmith does the music, Saul Bass the titles, James Wong Howe's cinematography was pioneering, just the title Seconds is brilliantly cunning. What more convincing do you need?