Fools (1970)An aging actor finds himself falling for the beautiful, and much younger, wife of an attorney. Director:Tom GriesWriter:Robert Rudelson |
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Fools (1970)An aging actor finds himself falling for the beautiful, and much younger, wife of an attorney. Director:Tom GriesWriter:Robert Rudelson |
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| Jason Robards | ... |
Matthew South
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| Katharine Ross | ... |
Anais Appleton
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Scott Hylands | ... |
David Appleton
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| Roy Jenson | ... |
Man in park
(as Roy C. Jenson)
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| Mark Bramhall | ... |
Man in park
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Marc Hannibal | ... |
Dog owner
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Robert C. Ferro Jr. | ... |
Private detective
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Floy Dean | ... |
Woman in restaurant
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Chuck Dorsett | ... |
Dentist
(as Charles Dorsett)
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Laura Ash | ... |
Patient
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Robert Rothwell | ... |
Policeman
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Vera Stough | ... |
Girl in movie
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James Burr Johnson | ... |
FBI agent
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Lou Picetti | ... |
FBI agent
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Stu Klitsner | ... |
FBI agent
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An aging actor finds himself falling for the beautiful, and much younger, wife of an attorney.
Confrontations continually dog a new romantic couple in San Francisco: Katharine Ross as the estranged wife of a powerful lawyer and Jason Robards playing a low-rent horror movie actor who's house-sitting for a friend. Heavy-handed presentation 'with something to say' has Robards alternately shouting "Machines! Machines!" at the constant city traffic before quoting "Huckleberry Finn" and "King Lear". Too bad the only person listening to him is his new lady, who has problems of her own. Ross is a very attractive presence, but her performance is uneven; she's hesitant, then indignant...wistful, then frightened...contemplative, then angry. She enters the picture as a carefree flower child, but is soon turned into a psychological wreck being taunted by her soon-to-be ex. Director Tom Gries can't seem to get all the pieces in Robert Rudelson's overreaching screenplay to jell; there's too many angry or apathetic people milling about, too much miscellaneous misanthropic conversation which serves little purpose. The locations are well-captured, and Kenny Rogers and the First Edition provide a few dated, yet pleasant songs. However, "Fools" is just a writer's folly, one that not even Gries and Rudelson seem satisfied with. For his part, Robards is more handsome and three-dimensional than usual, but 93 minutes of his spouting off is far too much. An interesting misfire. ** from ****