The Swimming Pool

It’s two hours of pool shots, half-naked swimmers, and boring games for four actors with an absolutely unbelievably stupid plot. Romy and Alain are lovers, and after a bit of caressing by the pool, they are joined by her ex (and his boyfriend) and his daughter... The pair are transformed, and murder ensues. The end. And yet nothing happens at all. Alain doesn't run off after the young woman, and he's not convicted. Romy won't break up with him or forgive him. The young woman doesn't make any sense at all, and Mr. Corpse doesn't make the most of the last minutes of his life. I'm not a fan of either Italy or France or the artificial look of the late 1960s, let alone the bland atmosphere diluted by the utterly awful discotheque. Delon frowned the entire film, Schneider made the most of her extreme tan and gave the public proof of her first escape from Germany again, even though it existed only on the screen at that time (and at that time it was already a decade-old adventure) and once again, there’s nothing amazing about it at all. (07/19/2009)