I LOVE this movie
Always did, since seeing it in a US theater in 1977.
Why is it so hated?
Some think Cliff Robertson phoned in many of his 70's performances.
To that I say: my ass.
Looking back on Man on a Swing (1974), Three Days of the Condor (1975), Obsession 1976), and this title the same year, I have no difficulty seeing why everyone wanted to hire him. Quiet, reserved, touched, internalizing hidden aggression, he was all bullseyes. Never better than he is here. The scene where he comes home to his questioning wife, calmly informing her she is free to leave at any time, is priceless; there are many others. Ernest Borgnine earns his name here in one of his best displays, pleading for reason while watching it slip hopelessly away.
The camaraderie feels real to me, middle-aged guys doing what they do, being who they are. It all leads to a horrific climax that might have strained credility, but for me doesn't. It's earned, by good filmmaking and believable performances.
The ending is so tragic it's actually beautiful, and for me unforgettable.
What a shame it's not available in a clean modern transfer.