Neddy Merrill has been away for most of the Summer. He reappears at a friends 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.
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Ned appears clothed only in trunks & his own self delusions. He plots a journey home swimming through the valley of his neighbours' pools. At each pool he's plunged into a chilling reality of his fall from grace which greets him with increasing ferocity. Cut from the same cloth as Death of a Salesman this is as much a poignant commentary on human nature as it is on the American Dream.
Simply stunning. The mediocrity of the "good" people, the ultimate loneliness of the man who loves himself, the pain which is ultimately inflicted by the relationships dear to your heart, the unforgiving nature and time. Ah, and Burt is so cool while he runs as a horse in s splendid tan. It was supposed to be the melodramatic company to my Sunday pizza, and it made my weekend instead.
See Burt Lancaster wearing his swimming trunks as he goes pool to pool throughout the county in this stunning classic of the late 'swining sixties'. Lot of great acting and filmmaking it had alongside the ending being powerful. Swim on, Lancaster!
For en film. Fantastisk filmatisk skildring av Ned Merrills (spilt av Burt Lancaster) reise, en reise som innebærer pinligheter, ydmykelse og dampende lidenskap. Slik jeg ser det, gjør Lancaster en av sine dessidert beste roller - han bærer virkelig filmen på sine skuldre.
John Cheever short story is turned into this over-baked, under written Burt Lancaster vanity project. Praised in some circles as being indicative of the rotting of the American dream instead of a portrait of a delusional broken man that sometimes comes off as downright creepy (the babysitter, the young boy). Worse of all the extremely awful score by Marvin Hamlisch that is as subtle as glass breaking.
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).