The Swimmer (1968)
Very few films evoke my emotions or stir my imagination like
The Swimmer did. I'm still reflecting on the odyssey that the swimmer took and the meaning of it all. I appreciate that the film doesn't explain the swimmer's back story...and I don't need to know it either. It's more than enough to experience the pathos of a lost soul homeward bound.
I finally saw this last year myself.
I remember catching a little bit of it (probably on TCM) a long time ago and being so intrigued by the concept of "swimming home" one pool at a time that I spent years wanting to see this movie, but never being able to find it.
Not knowing the backstory is integral as the movie revolves around the audience trying to put those pieces together, but only in the vaguest sense as subtle clues are dropped throughout the story.
Also intense is how the weather & cinematography gradually changes along with the attitude of the Swimmer as his odyssey progresses.
Very thought provoking and a total head trip.
An aside: the film is based on a short story by John Cheever who'd I'd only ever heard of on
Seinfeld (thus, I wasn't even sure he was real when first hearing his name mentioned on a sit com). On an episode of Seinfeld it's revealed through found love letters that George's fiancée; Susan's father once had a sexual interlude & affair with author John Cheever!