Move (1970)

A struggling writer (Elliott Gould) in New York City writes pornography and walks dogs for the rich in order to make a living. When he and his wife (Paula Prentiss) decide to move to a new apartment, things go from bad to worse as the real world and his fantasy world clash. Based on the novel by Joel Lieber and directed by Stuart Rosenberg (COOL HAND LUKE). A mess of a movie! Taking advantage of the screen's new freedom, Rosenberg tosses in as much gratuitous nudity as possible (if you ever wanted to see Elliott Gould's butt, this movie is for you) but this film about a paranoid failed writer walking through a surrealistic Manhattan just isn't funny. This was director Rosenberg's only comedy and one can see why. The man just doesn't have a comedic sensibility. There's a slightly (very slight) amusing sequence when Gould has a sexual encounter with a ditzy Brit (Genevieve Waite channeling Marilyn Monroe) but not enough to lift the movie out of the quicksand it's in. With Ron O'Neal, John Larch, Mae Questel and Jeannie Berlin.