Recently watched two movies that had haunted me since I watched them in theatres in the 60s.
“The Pumpkin Eater” was my first “art-house” movie. My girlfriend and I saw it at the Queen Anne’s Uptown theatre.
The movie was best known for Anne Bancroft’s peformance in a British movie that was way ahead of its time
I watched “The Swimmer” sometime in 1968 in a theatre I can’t recall in either Fayettville, North Carolina near Ft. Bragg where I had spent my two draft years or in Spokane when I worked at KJRB. Burt Lancaster was at the top of his game and I had never seen a movie quite like it.
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I found the “The Swimmer” unwatchable. I bailed after 30 minutes. Stilted acting and an incomprehensible story.