To swim home from pool to pool down the valley of wealthy houses. He is the Swimmer, just a wet guy in dark blue shorts, friend to all, or so it seems. The pool plot goes down the valley and down the hole. Absolutely brilliant one of a kind strange movie The Swimmer (1968) with retro color palette, caviar pool parties, sugar on strawberries and strong ending. The light blue water is so yummy to eyes as a cold drink in swelter and sweat.
“Come with me.”
Thank you, Wolfy, for your great taste in cult movies.