Last night I watched this 1966 lesser-known B&W Rock Hudson movie, about a shadowy business which gives rich people new identities, including plastic surgery and procurement of a corpse to close out their old lives. It's part Hitchcock, part Matrix, part Twilight Zone.
I'd never heard of it before.
To give it a review, I'd say it was very 1966. Lots of experimental camera angles, lots of gratuitous youth culture nods, some fairly primitive optical tricks (which got old fast).
There's a party, where the "reborn" Rock Hudson gets drunk and spills the beans on his previous identity. He really looked drunk (unusual for Rock). In the featurette on the making of Seconds, the director's widow admits that her husband got Hudson falling-down drunk to film that scene. He was afraid he wouldn't get the uninhibited performance he wanted otherwise.
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