Pocket Money Reviews
The dialogue - the chemistry - between Newman and Marvin is deliciously clever, and the overall TexMex texture of the movie is thick and rich, and rings entirely authentic. This is not a movie for clods; rather, one for appreciators of nuanced, genuine art.
And the fact that the legendary Terrence Malick penned the script only adds even more to the pain.
I suppose this movie was trying to be a comedy, but it's a bigger downer than a tub of sedatives.
The story, such as it is, concerns a loser, low-brow cowpoke played by Newman. He's behind on his mortgage and his alimony with his latest round-up of horses stuck in a 60 day quarantine before he can sell them.
He teams up with Lee Marvin, who gives his most comatose performance ever, (And, yes, I DID suffer through Marvin's work in "Delta Force". This is worse.) to buy some cattle for a couple of con men played by Strother Martin and Wayne Rogers (MASH's fave libertarian.)
This "story" winds up being the most boring cattle drive in movie history. You suspect that the steers themselves are asleep in half the scenes.
Bottom Line: They suspect they're going to get swindled. And they get swindled. The End. Thanks for coming, folks, and drive home safely.
Thankfully, Newman followed up this turkey with "The Sting" and Marvin followed it up with "Emperor of the North".
Proving once again, that, despite the occasional bomb, you just can't keep a great actor down. So, please see those movies instead.
In the meantime, feel free to waste your time on this picture if the names involved draw you to it. But, don't say I didn't warn you.
Pocket Money's plot had a lot more potential than as was shown on film. I would skip it, unless you are a Paul Newman buff or simply want to better understand his legacy.