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I remember watching this movie as a young fan of Raymond Chandler back in 1973.

I hated it.

So, 52 years later, I decided to give it another chance. Perhaps noting the movie's Wikipedia page says the movie's "critical assessment has grown over time."

Nope. It still sucks.

My first two attempts to rewatch this ended in failure, as I fell asleep at some point. On my third try, I still fell asleep, but powered through via the rewind button on my Roku remote. Just to say that I watched it.

It starts with sleuth Philip Marlowe (Elliot Gould) being awoken (still fully dressed) in his bed by his cat at 3am demanding food. He's out of cat food! He tries to concoct something the cat will eat, but fails. He travels to the all-night grocery, but they are out of the cat's favorite brand. (He's also buying brownie mix, requested by the near-naked girls in a neighboring apartment.) But when Marlowe tries to fake out the cat with a different kind of food, the cat detects the subtrefuge and runs away.

All this takes an hour to tell. OK, maybe not an hour, but it seemed that long.

Eventually, the main plot creaks into motion. Marlowe's pal, Terry Lennox, shows up and asks Marlowe to drive him to Tijuana, because "a lot of people might be looking for him." This (it turns out) is due to the fact that his wife has been brutally murdered. Marlowe agrees, but that puts him into trouble with the cops, gets him acquainted with drunk writer Roger Wade (Sterling Hayden) and his wife (Nina van Pallandt), and sadistic mobster Marty Augustine.

Trivia: Uncredited performances by David Carradine and Arnold Schwarzenegger. (Only Arnold's second movie role, after his 1970 appearance in Hercules in New York.) Jack Riley, who was wonderful as Mr. Carlin on "The Bob Newhart Show", plays a bar musician here. Music by John Williams, including a dreadful song that keeps showing up, including a brief, awful, performance by Mr. Carlin. Screenplay by Leigh Brackett, who also had screenwriting credits for The Big Sleep (the one with Bogie, back in 1946) and The Empire Strikes Back (the best Star Wars movie).

Two movies you should watch instead.

But as far as the screenplay goes, IMDB trivia sez:

I got that impression about Elliot Gould's performance too, but have no evidence other than my own eyes and ears.

But in any case, the movie has little to do with Raymond Chandler's classic book. It's a travesty.