This yarn pinpoints the complete misunderstanding and lack of communication between many of the flip generation and their middle-aged parents. It is sparked by the suspicious, coldly antagonistic attitude of Geraldine Chaplin to her middle-aged father (James Mason), who was once a brilliant barrister. The idea is woven into a smooth, holding murder mystery, based on a story by Georges Simenon.
Chaplin plays one of a small, live-it-up discotheque and coffee-bar set that gets its kicks from whoop-it-up parties and drugs. A predatory, slightly nutty and blandly sinister young American ship’s steward (Bobby Darin) infiltrates the group and he’s found murdered in the Mason home.
Mason’s firstrate performance holds the pic together and it is a fine study of disillusionment, self-disgust and sly humor.