Walter Matthau is one of those actors that I am happy to watch until the cows come home and even then. This movie is perhaps one of his lesser known ones, but still good value. He plays a spoiled and proportedly lascivious movie star, Patrick O'Neal is his press agent, and Anne Jackson plays O'Neals wife who thinks that she is no longer sexually desirable at 34. Frankly this is the sort of film that they really don't make any longer since today's younger audiences would probably not be enchanted by middle-aged angst (Matthau is playing 5l but claiming 49). Learning that Matthau pays for a hooker every afternoon, Jackson inveigles herself into his hotel bedroom in the attempt to establish her own appeal. What transpires thereafter is not necessarily what is expected, but is so charmingly played by her and Matthau that one is sorry not to have more time in their company.
I thought I'd try a new type face, but think better of the old one now.
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