Not, as FilmStruck would have it, an "existentialist" film--if anything, the nightmare in Frankenheimer's twitching, perspiring, aggressively twilit Sterling tribute is one of ineffaceable essences, not radical freedom--except perhaps with respect to everyone's favorite Sartrean formulation: Hell is other people. And the rub is that there may not be any other kind, within you or without you.
A absolute unsettling film. Frankenheimer rejects answers and only gives us some weird facts. The work with camera perspectives, deformations and contrasts is superb and produces a strong feeling of incertainty and fear.
This truly is an underrated gem. "Paranoia strikes deep in the heartland." Of course it would be fun to run away from your life and start anew. It's just one of those fantasies you get whether you feel rotten about your life or not. You struggle to create your identity in life, but you find that people around you have more power to define you than you might like. It would be nice to have a clean slate.
Another one for the Kick-In-The-Ass list! Admittedly, Seconds comes off like an extended Twilight Zone episode with an almost unbearable amount of style but that is by no stretch of the imagination a bad thing. Saul Bass' title sequence sets the unnerving tone that digs in early and keeps pushing until the final disturbing scene. Seconds is proof that Rock Hudson was more than just another pretty face.
Packs a hell of a punch - probably the most disturbing ending of a movie I've ever seen. A great film about soul-crushing corporatism, identity and escapism. Layered and complex, the best episode of the Twilight Zone ever - not to understate its worth at all. Absolutely fantastic.