Sad man fails at self-mythologisation while maintaining inappropriate boundaries with old flames. Drawing out a tone of elegiac nostalgia for an hour-and-a-half strikes me as a little morbid. Interesting to see remnants of the babysitter storyline from Cheever's 'The Country Husband' repurposed for 'The Swimmer'. Lancaster sparkly and weathered and reminded me of Russell Mael for some reason.
A strange tale of regret and loneliness. I've been asking myself recently, "what is the cure for nostalgia?" and my answer has been "more memories"... but if that is true, will I also have to swim across the pools of Connecticut to atone for my sins?
This film starts rather cheerfully on a sunny day, the main character jumps pool to pool and we learn more about him slowly exposing the truth. As all the pieces of information are coming together the tone is changing completely. This film flows so smoothly... it's amazing. Wonderful cinematography, cast and acting. Absolutely recommended!
Somewhere between The Odyssey and The Myth of Sisyphus, The Swimmer is a voyage of alienation through the fake smile of American Dream swimming pools. What starts as a quirky sunny-day story descends into a nightmare of absurdism and Kafkaesque tribulation: with each new pool that our protagonist swims, he becomes one closer to home and to the ultimate shattering of his relativistic self-deception.
Well, I wasn't expecting that ! How many humiliations can one take in a day ? Burt's acting is actually pretty well suited to this film - it adds to the surrealism of a skewed American Dream/Nightmare. "You are the captain of your soul - that's all that matters"
Like my life, unremittingly bleak with occasional bursts of euphoria where I pretend to be a horse and trot around jumping over obstacles in the garden. Imagine an A list star doing something like this now? The 70's were a golden era of introspection. Marvin Hamlisch should be shot for this soundtrack, instead he's sitting by a pool and I'm stuck here writing a review maybe one person will like. (Cue music).
An end of an era Hollywood movie. It kind of plays on the shallow, banality of relationships portrayed in the Hollywood of the 1950's and gives it a very dark twist portraying a delusional man, who hasn't been able to accept the reality of his life. A genius piece of casting in Burt Lancaster, with his beaming confidence and Hollywood smile creating a delusional mask which slowly becomes more and more apparent.
Enjoyed this a lot. And I'm glad that there wasn't any more exposition than what we gleaned from the people he met. Or, that something wasn't tagged on at the end which tied everything up in a bow. Too many times, films leave nothing to the imagination. Very nice!