This film is interesting for a number of reasons. I saw it at 12, when it first came out, and again at 45, and it felt creepy each time. Holden, who was 53, but had the drinkers' face of a 60 year-old is really tough to buy in a relationship with the nubile 17 year-old Lenz plays (Breezy). His character Frank is so crusty and grumpy, he would be more at home in a Cheever short story as a life lesson of middle age foolishness that the symbol of hope he is meant to be. A real estate agent who doesn't even have an office, but rather a desk in front of the huge plate glass window of his company's tacky office, Frank somehow lives in a luxurious, elaborated furnished dream house. When Breezy, a homeless hippie barges into his extremely exposed home(double height windows, isolated in the hills above LA) with her long straight black hair and floppy hat, I could not stop thinking that Frank's mind must be on the Manson Murders of only a couple years before, and Charlie's girl Susan Atkins, who Lenz could easily have portrayed in Helter Skelter. I'd love to know if that discussion ever arose on the set. How could the not have? Sociologically, while the Frank of 1973 is just moderately ill-at ease with the logistics of the relationship, if this film was made today, it would be a cause celebre, with Bill O'Reilly calling for Frank to be jailed and his name blasted across the internet as a sex offender.
Come to think of it, I'm afraid Arthur (Dudley Moore) would not be such a crowd favorite these days either, with his devil may care attitude towards alcohol abuse and drunk driving. If we're right about all this now, were we all completely insane such a brief time ago? what's happening in our culture?
Finally, a not very good film which Eastwood inexplicably calls own of his best, this looks like an ABC movie of the week with nudity. Nevertheless, it has enough curiosities to it to make it compulsive viewing.