Trippy, somewhat
mind-blowing and undsettling, and very underrated 1968
film starring
Burt Lancaster, adapted from a
short story written by John Cheever. It's kind of engrossing in that frightening
60s way.
The
premise of the
film is that Lancaster decides to
swim home by way of his
rich friends'
pools. Along the way he encounters at each
pool an old
friend who each reveals a little about his
character. As he gets closer and closer to home, his experiences with the people he encounters cause inner turmoil and tension to mount, and he (and we) begins to realize his life is not quite what he thought it was. At the end, he is dramatically shocked out of his self-delusion.