I remember watching this film on the late, late, late show during the early 1980's. I suffered from insomnia and still do. But when this movie was over, I slept soundly. In fact, I had a hard time staying awake. This just might be the most boring movie I've ever seen. Perhaps the Richard Burton/Elizabeth Taylor opus "Boom!" is more dull, but don't waste your life comparing notes! Faye Dunaway as a fashion designer with incurable movie disease and Marcello Mastroianni as the engineer who gives her one last fling on her way to the cemetery deliver sleepwalking performances. There is some comic relief with the musical score, which is so overwrought, it made me chuckle during some of the dramatic highlights. Whoever gave this film a positive review must have been bribed to do it.
Review of A Place for Lovers
