
The Swimmer is a perplexingly weird movie. Burt Lancaster stars as Ned Merrill. In the first scene he emerges from some woods clad only in a swimming suit. He drops in unexpectedly on some old friends and then gets the idea of "swimming" home by going from neighbor to neighbor and swimming across their pools. The entire movie is a series of people he meets along the way and the pools he swims across in this upper-class Connecticut suburb.
At first it seems that Ned is experiencing a mid-life crisis. It doesn't take long, however, before it is painfully clear that the man is really having a nervous breakdown.
Piece by piece the life of Ned Merrill is exposed. He comes across the now 20-year-old woman who used to baby-sit his daughters. He also encounters an actress that he had an affair with. Still the details are never made completely clear, even at the movie's conclusion. And what a downer of an ending it is.
What seems almost humorous now is that everywhere Ned stops people offer him drinks, and the movie starts on a Sunday morning. Yes, this was definitely the cocktail generation. The clothing styles and attitudes are very 1968. Joan Rivers, with what I assume was her original face, makes an appearance at one particularly large pool party that Ned crashes.
For some reason this movie reminded me of Planet of the Apes. Both were released the same year, both feature Kim Hunter, and in both cases the male stars (Burt Lancaster and in Apes Charlton Heston) show their naked butts. It must have been the trendy thing to do at the time. Also both movies end with the hero on his knees crying out in despair. The "surprise" ending here is not in the same league as Apes though.
This is one unique, if not completely satisfying, movie experience.


















