Truly a generation-gap movie

Recently I showed this movie to my 30-year-old son, partly to see how he reacted to a movie which is sooo different from anything he's seen yet. Needless to say I was not disappointed. Usually he and I share many of the same preferences, especially regarding movies. But this time it was different. He no doubt expected to see intense action but what he was getting instead was intense acting. As Elliot Gould got progressively stranger and Marcia Rodd got more and more exasperated he would inquire as to when something would happen! I could tell that this was not his kind of movie. I felt obliged to mention that this movie was adapted from a play and that he shouldn't expect any real action in it. But I did manage to resist the temptation to say that the "action" would be coming up soon. Well, after readjusting his expectations he started to enjoy the over-the-top acting (and hopefully the existentialism, too). That is, until the movie got to the 'turning point' scene with the gunman (those of you who've seen the movie know what I'm referring to). Well, he couldn't have been more shocked! He managed to let out a strangled "wha...?" and if his jaw had opened any wider it would have gotten rug burn! I was hoping he'd be as impressed with Jules Feiffer's inventiveness as I was the first time I saw LM but all he could say was "What the hell did I just see?" I guess this movie's sophistication just eluded him. It seems that exaggerated reality movies like this one just don't connect with today's younger generation. A shame.