POCKET MONEY (1972) was a colossal waste of time. I deeply appreciate both Newman and Marvin and was looking forward to the film, loving westerns. Yet even the best thespians can't salvage an inept, aimless, pointless script. Bad material sinks even gifted actors. Newman puts on a strange inconsistent accent for the film. Marvin is never really the tremendous comedic actor we expect. We've all have bad outings. Though the film has a solid supporting cast in Martin, Rogers, and Elizondo, they didn't help. I thought often of stopping viewing, but I persevered hoping that the humor or insights would improve. That never happened, and watching clueless people remaining clueless has little redeeming purpose. The vapid characters barely held my interest. The musical score distracted from the film, though Carole King's theme song was apropos. I have little good to say. I should have read the IMDB reviews before wasting 100 minutes that could've been better employed elsewhere. I take some solace in being able to post this review to spare others.
Review of Pocket Money
