Quite bad. Based on a William Gibson play (his The Miracle Worker was also made into a film in 1962), it stars Robert Mitchum and Shirley MacLaine as a square and a beatnik (guess which one's which) who hook up. The film's tagline is hilarious: "A square from Nebraska? an off-beatnik from Greenwich Village? It just didn't figure... that they would... that they could... that they did!" Yet it does figure, right, because this is a play. The issue shouldn't really be their differences in culture, but the fact that Mitchum is like 20 years older than MacLaine. Why would MacLaine give this dude the time of day? I don't know, she's pretty freaking annoying, too. Cute, though. I could see why he'd go for her. The cinematography is beautiful (and Oscar nominated), but, again, I love '60s black and white. There's something especially beautiful about it. This was Robert Wise's follow-up to West Side Story, which has its stagebound elements, too, but, dammit, he (and Jerome Robbins, of course) made it work, dag nabbit! Wise doesn't here. These two bores chatter on incessantly with really banal dialogue. I could not care less what happened.