Misunderstood Youth, as it was understood in the Sixties: embodied in Dustin Hoffman's sadsack slouch and flat-footed shuffle (he is supposed to be a college track star), bounced around between yammering grownups and suffocating lovers, swept up and down the California coast, buoyed by the watery sounds of Simon and Garfunkel. All he is seeking, really, is the audience's adoration. Mike Nichols, making his first movie, should have stood in standup comedy. The verbal side of it contains some pretty funny, smutty stuff, but the visual side is a hodgepodge of Fellini, Antonioni, Lelouch, Jerry Lewis, Tom and Jerry. With Anne Bancroft and Katharine Ross. (1967) — Duncan Shepherd
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