If you want to learn why George Segal movies are no longer watched, this is a great opportunity. It is a fine example of amateur and extremely hammy characterizations, foolish jargon, awful editing, bad dialog, and complete lack of continuity. The only slightly redeeming feature is the jazz music which lurches from moment to moment without regard for the action, or lack of it, on screen.
One moment George is hopping around in a pink peignoir, then he's shooting up in the bathroom, or trying to. If a film student submitted this turkey for review, he would be laughed out of class. Watch it only to see why the 70's antihero movie went out of style.
One moment George is hopping around in a pink peignoir, then he's shooting up in the bathroom, or trying to. If a film student submitted this turkey for review, he would be laughed out of class. Watch it only to see why the 70's antihero movie went out of style.