Tough Guys Don’t Dance

After reading Mark Singer’s puff piece in the May 21st Talk of the Town, I was intrigued to see the movie Tough Guys Don’t Dance, directed by and screenplay by and based on the novel by Norman Mailer. Critics panned it at the time, but, gee it was such rollicking good fun to make etc., etc., etc.
The Critics were Right. This is the worst movie ever (from the ranks of movies whose producers [which included Coppola] never once imagined they might be making the worst movie ever, anyway). Also Ryan O’Neal’s worst movie, Isabella Rossellini’s worst – need I go on? I stuck with it to the end only with numerous breaks (a fresh martini, fifteen minutes in the spa, some light housework) just for the suspense of seeing how much more wretched it could get.