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But Jack Nicholson’s performance is really amazing, and worth watching the movie for. The scene where he’s screaming at Ann-Margaret during their argument in the bedroom - man, can that guy play a screaming lunatic like no other!
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“I’ll tell you what you can do with your ultimatum! I’ll tell you what you can do with it! You can make this god-damn bed with it!”
Ah, Jack.
See, I did come back eventually.
To me, the story in this film isn’t so much depressing as pathetic. In the liner notes on the DVD*, there’s a quote from Jules Feiffer about how he originally wrote this as a stage play about the relationships between men and women and “the way things have been for my generation.” Which is a rather bleak assessment of that generation. I feel sure, however, that there are people in younger generations just as hopeless in their relationships for the same kinds of reasons, and that this story could be remade with very little updating–directed by Neil LaBute, no doubt.
Whenever I watch this, I keep thinking “poor _____.”
Poor Susan (Candice Bergen). She had such promise before she became involved with these two guys. One of the flaws of this film for me is that she disappears halfway through and we never hear what happened to her after Sandy left her.** I always like to think she went back to school, got her degree, wrote that novel she was talking about, or did something to get her life back on track.
Poor, poor Bobbie (Ann-Margret). How sad is it that, when Jonathan asks why she puts up with him, she tells him “You don’t know what I’m used to,” implying that this is one of her good relationships with men? Then she gets into that whole scary passive-aggressive thing with sleeping 12, 15 hours a day to manipulate him into marriage, which predictably ends badly.
Poor Sandy (Art Garfunkel). He’s got this romantic ideal of finding love, and this madonna/whore thing to top it off (“Maybe it’s not supposed to be fun with women you love.”) that pretty much ensures he’ll always end up disappointed and never find the perfect relationship he’s looking for. Well, he had a chance of a decent one with Susan, but he ditched it. Schmuck.
Last of all, poor Jonathan (Jack Nicholson). Look where his attitude toward women leads him. Is there anything more pathetic than that final scene, where the prostitute has to recite a word-perfect spiel about how strong and insightful he is just so he can get an erection?***
I don’t feel sorry for is Cindy, and she’s oddly enough the only woman in the movie who could reasonably be described as a ball-buster by anyone except Jonathan. Her attitude toward men seems similar to his about women. And she’s the only major female character who isn’t hurt by these two men–I believe because she has no emotional attachment to them the way Susan and Bobbie do. When she gets tired of them and their games, she simply walks away.
*I’m irked that there really aren’t any extras beyond this little slip of paper accompanying the DVD. Nichols and Steven Soderbergh did wonderfully informative commentary/interviews on “Catch 22” and “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf,” so why not here?
**The New and Improved Superman: I never got the impression that Susan left Sandy. We see Sandy telling Jonathan about how bored he is and how he’d like to get laid (“Please”), and the next thing we see is him with Cindy. Presumably, he left Susan for his new tennis-playing girlfriend.
***In my imaginary Neil LaBute remake, this scene is done with a phone-sex operator doing her nails and looking bored and contemptuous while she recites this rigmarole for her regular client.