Burt Reynolds has a death sentence. He decides that since he's terminal, he may as well get it over with. He tries in numerous ways to kill himself, but it seems that either he isn't ready to die or someone leaps in to save him. I just could not get into this film. It isn't the subject matter. It isn't my own feelings about death. It isn't some kind of pact with myself and the people who are adamant that hell is ready for these sinners. I just didn't buy Burt Reynolds. I thought the thing was dull. Then again, I've never been a big fan of Dom Deluise. He was much too manic for me. Reynolds never seems address his situation with seriousness. Too many one-liners and jokes about the inevitable. I know some will say something about suicide being a cruel act. But this film diminishes the feeling.
