Somehow, Burt Lancaster started this movie looking great for a 55-year old, and ended it looking every one of those 55 years.
There aren’t many film leads I’d honestly call pathetic, but Lancaster’s Ned Merrill truly is a person worth pitying. Hopping from pool to pool in a way to “swim home”, Merrill’s journey lifts the veil of his selfish, self-deluded mindset and really how destructive his life has led.
Some imaginative camerawork and grade A performances (including a very young Joan Rivers in her debut) make this worth the watch, and yet I didn’t 100% love the movie in a way I can’t pinpoint. I know original director Frank Perry was replaced with Sidney Pollack later on, but how much that has to do with my viewing, I’m unsure.
Evocative movie, and one I’d like to revisit since there is so much good in it.