The Gypsy Moths (1969)
Country: US
Technical: col 107m
Director: John Frankenheimer
Cast: Burt Lancaster, Deborah Kerr, Gene Hackman, Scott Wilson
Synopsis:
Three skydivers take their death-defying airshow to a midwestern town one fourth of July weekend, confronting their inner demons in the process.
Review:
A sort-of companion piece to The Swimmer, this film has a lot more to it than meets the eye. Approach for the thrills that draw the crowds in the movie, and you may be disappointed: the disoriented bitterness comes out during the grounded moments, like one of those seventies films featuring aimless, self-destructive characters. Unfortunately Frankenheimer does not corral all his elements quite as tightly as usual, and torpor sets in, but his failure is more interesting than many contemporary works.
Country: US
Technical: col 107m
Director: John Frankenheimer
Cast: Burt Lancaster, Deborah Kerr, Gene Hackman, Scott Wilson
Synopsis:
Three skydivers take their death-defying airshow to a midwestern town one fourth of July weekend, confronting their inner demons in the process.
Review:
A sort-of companion piece to The Swimmer, this film has a lot more to it than meets the eye. Approach for the thrills that draw the crowds in the movie, and you may be disappointed: the disoriented bitterness comes out during the grounded moments, like one of those seventies films featuring aimless, self-destructive characters. Unfortunately Frankenheimer does not corral all his elements quite as tightly as usual, and torpor sets in, but his failure is more interesting than many contemporary works.
Country: US
Technical: col 107m
Director: John Frankenheimer
Cast: Burt Lancaster, Deborah Kerr, Gene Hackman, Scott Wilson
Synopsis:
Three skydivers take their death-defying airshow to a midwestern town one fourth of July weekend, confronting their inner demons in the process.
Review:
A sort-of companion piece to The Swimmer, this film has a lot more to it than meets the eye. Approach for the thrills that draw the crowds in the movie, and you may be disappointed: the disoriented bitterness comes out during the grounded moments, like one of those seventies films featuring aimless, self-destructive characters. Unfortunately Frankenheimer does not corral all his elements quite as tightly as usual, and torpor sets in, but his failure is more interesting than many contemporary works.