Most of the components have been covered already as have most of the performances of note, dialogue excerpts, analyses etc. So what's left to say? It's a fine film, haunting, surreal, fey, a marron glace concealed within a turd, a symphony within a calypso, or, if you prefer, a film that defies description. The cast are not actors one would necessarily expect to see in an ensemble; Burt Lancaster cheek by jowl with Peter Falk and Patrick O'Neal is not as automatic as, say, Burt Lancaster and Kirk Doublas or James Cagney and Pat O'Brien although Lancaster had, of course, acted with Scott Wilson previously. None of the females had any kind of track record to the best of my knowledge and none is asked to carry any important scenes. Once seen ...
Review of Castle Keep
