I saw it in NYC in a theatre reminiscent of that little theatre in Werewolf in London where all David (werewolf) was talking to Jack (his dead friend) and the porno movie is playing in the background.
I saw the marquee while out on a Saturday off and thought ‘Oh, I want to see Brando in an actual movie in a theatre’! and realized few min into it the theatre was mostly empty but for a few creepy looking guys and I was pretty uncomfortable. It was daytime still though, so I was not as afraid if it were dark. NYC in the 70s in the dark was pretty scary.
I remember 2 things about it:
1. Brando looked disappointingly old and fat. The poster for it was a joke.
2. It was a lousy, forgettable movie.
Forgettable is right. I saw it maybe 10 years after it was made in an art house theater. It had some scenes I suppose that might be considered memorable but I haven’t thought about this movie in decades until now with this Steyn piece. Some of the memory of it comes back from the article but again I probably won’t think about it ever again after this. When Brando died this movie wasn’t what I thought about.