I ordered this from Daedalus books. What can go wrong with a flick with Burt Lancaster, Peter Falk and Patrick O'Neal, and directed by Sydney Pollock? Plenty, as it turns out. Rather than a straightforward war story we have here a highly symbolic and quasi-surreal flick with a script that is both pretentious and portentous, filled with "heavy" lines that are supposed to freighted with meaning. The writer evidently is a Becket or Pirandello wannabe. However most of it just falls completely flat. It is beautifully shot and gorgeous to look at but is basically a tiresome bore. Ignore all the encomia from users. Matter of fact, ignore the movie.
Review of Castle Keep
