A Fine Waste of Celluloid
Okay, to borrow a few things from the previous commenter's observations, sure, this is an adaptation from a novel, and apparently the main character is an obnoxious lout who happens to be a genius.Here's where this film fails in just about every department.
Not for a second do we buy that Sean Connery's Samson is a "genius" in any sense of the word.He's a thick-headed brute who hollers anti-establishment rants that really aren't enlightened nor are they particularly radical. The fact is, though, that he hollers a lot.There is no modulation to Connery's performance.No sense of a human being in there.His character is drawn to just be the hunky societal interloper whose mere physicality and scowls suggest a counterpoint to everyday norm.Genius, he is not.
Topping poor Connery in the shouting department is the screeching yowl of Joanne Woodward, whose hapless wife character of Samson, Rhoda, is given all the depth of a punching bag (literally).Connery takes swipes at her head, connecting with her skull in the end, along with throwing every dish in the apartment in her direction.He even shoves her down the staircase resulting in a broken leg, and perhaps, 1960's sentiments saw this as an uproarious moment of hilarity.You know, madcap abuse of the wife is always so mercilessly humorous.Anyway, you get the picture (reference the above reference to "thick-headed brute").
Jean Seberg is absolutely wasted in this performance.She plays the stifled wife of a renowned psychiatrist, Patrick O'Neal, who for some reason, and quite illogically I can only add, winds up having sex with Connery in a whirlpool bath and then dumping him the next time she sees him.There is no logic in having her character even in this film other than to flesh out the above-the-line star wattage on the marquee.
Only Clive Revill, playing a hare-brained psycho-therapist in every sense of the word, cuts loose with the material and lends a Peter-Sellers-like diversion for a total of 3 minutes screen time.
I cannot conceive of any audience, whether in the '60s or today, eliciting anything more than ho-hum chuckle and a wan smile over this pale comedy with absolutely no focus and one of cinema's most ill-conceived one-note main characters.
My rating: 1 out of 5 stars.
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Guy Grand 13 April 2003
Reprint: https://www.imdb.com/review/rw0093395/35082
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