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I just viewed this film for the first time. Janice Rule and Leslie Caron are excellent given the superfluous material; George Peppard is stiff and unconvincing.

If you take this film literally, the Beats represented party-loving, self-serving hedonists, rebelling against society with no particular purpose. In fact, the Beats and their literature provided a needed counterpoint to the conformity and staid complacency of American life in the 1950s. They were the forerunners of the Hippies, for sure.

Despite a shallow story line, the film is of historical interest as to how Hollywood (and maybe mainstream America) viewed the Beat generation in 1960, when the film was released.

The music is absolutely marvelous - it's great to see and hear jazz giants like Gerry Mulligan (also in an acting role), Art Pepper, Art Farmer and Shelly Manne.

A true period piece, worth seeing - once.

Hooray I thought, another San Francisco movie that TnT shows from time to time and I can't think of a better place to set a beat generation based production than here. The good news is that there is plenty of location shots set around the North Beach/Telegraph Hill exteriors but bad that most of the interiors are the usual Paramount style back lots that just oozes, well, not authenticity anyway. the acting style is labored and theatrical almost like pantomime and if you think of a less plausible West Side Story with the singing removed you would be pretty close to what can be seen here. The acting particularly from the female lead is over the top whiny and mostly unsympathetic making this a movie to watch but with the sound turned down.

Reviled by the original Beats, most notably Allen Ginsberg, and now virtually unobtainable in video form (let alone DVD) from any source, The Subterraneans has been derided as a Hollywood hatchet job bearing very little resemblance to the Kerouac book on which its based. The plot is simple, disillusioned writer, George Peppard, explores the 'subterranean' depths of San Francisco's North Beach district circa 1959 looking for anybody who will share his jaded perspective on life and finds romance amongst the Beatniks in the form of slightly touched Leslie Caron (original book's black female love interest is replaced by a French girl for Hollywood palates). Script is similarly lightweight, with intermittent nods to the language of the Beats and a clumsy attempt to re-create the famous Ginsberg "Howl" reading, but nevertheless the movie as a whole is stangely compelling in a historical sense, not as a faithful representation of Beat culture, but rather as a view on how the Beats were commoditized and became 'Beatniks'. If you have an interest in the popular culture of the time, daddio, then like, seek this flick out, if you're a serious Beat scholar, stay away.

If this film is hard to get a hold of, it's probably because anyone involved in it has tried to buy up and destroy the prints. Never mind the faithlessness to Kerouac -- this is about as close to the spirit and vision of Kerouac as Howdy Doody is to Shakespeare -- the script provides ample opportunities for the humiliation of actors, opportunities which, unfortunately are exploited to the full. George Peppard is miscast as a soul-searching intellectual writer, but seems to have the soul of a soft, fluffy robot. Roddy MacDowell doesn't speak his lines, but declaims them. The otherwise charming Leslie Caron has the depth of a neurotic paper doll. It's a kind of exploitation film: instant beatnik, just add intelligence. My compliments to anyone who can watch this for five minutes without cringing.

There are good bad films and bad bad films - this is a skin-crawlingly embarrassing bad film. It starts with a title text about "Bohemians" who gather in Greenwich Village, London's Soho, the Left Bank in Paris, and San Francisco.

We then see George Peppard playing a frustrated would-be author shouting at his typewriter and telling his long-suffering mother he is hungry for life and needs to discover its meaning.

After this the film goes downhill as George encounters a group of Beatniks who gather in a place called the "Catacombs", call each other "man", have very intense relationships and meditate on the cosmic.

This is just a joke. A caricature of existentialism, 'beat culture' or whatever you want to call it. It also marks the point where young people starting taking themselves too seriously, felt they had "Something To Say" simply because they *were* young and that they knew how to put things right. Sorry, chaps, the world's a s**t-house and that's it. Dear San Francisco, if you think *this* is a youth movement, wait until you see what 1967 has in store.

Why this should be a Turner "Classic" Movie is beyond me (unless we're talking about some sort of "classic age" of movie-making). MGM was responsible for enough true classics for this piece of bilge to be quietly forgotten.

Tasteless adaption of a great beat novel. The big MGM studio setup is not suited for a story like this. A low budget B/W Noir style, would have suited the story better.

This MGM film starred the lovely Leslie Caron so great in MGM Musicals such as American In Paris and Gigi and two up and coming MGM stars: George Peppard and Jim Hutton. Both Peppard and Hutton had 7 year contracts and MGM was still at the time of filming the Number 1 studio in Hollywood. Howard Strickling a maestro of PR set George Peppard to be in the mold of a Spencer Tracy: A great Actor, and Hutton who has a brief role as a combination in the vein of Jimmy Stewart and Jack Lemmon. See this movie just too see Peppard as a lading Man and Hutton in a brief role

This movie about the "beatnik" scene in the Bay Area fails. Leslie Caron is miscast and George Peppard made the most of this casting to move onto Home From The Hill with 2 other MGM contract players: Luana Patten and George Hamilton, Jim Hutton would team up with another MGM contract star Paula Prentiss in Where The Boys Are, a smash hit also starring other MGM contract stars Yvette Mimieux. George Hamilton and a great actress Paula Prentiss whom Hutton would mean up with at MGM: Where The Boys Are, Honeymoon Machine, Bachelor in Paradise and Horizontal Lieutenant. Jim Hutton did A Period Of Adjustment with Jane Fonda at MGM and then went on a 15 month suspension until MGM released him from his 7 year contract. Hutton was supposed to do the role Russ Tamblyn did in How The West Was Won but the deal fell thru. Hutton got his release from MGM having to do Looking For Love, a Connie Francis film which had cameos by the MGM stars Yvette Mimieux, George Hamilton and his former co star Paula Prentiss.

MGM was a great studio in the early 60's.

This film is good. The Beatniks it portrays were ( I wasn't there in San Francisco ) a rather dreary lot; at least the ones growing old in Paris that I met. A few were in the gay closet, and the rest either posed or wrote, and the rest is history. As for the film it gave them a glamour, and I have no idea how successful the film was. It is compromised in many ways by a too conventional ending, but most films were even the ' great ' ones out of Hollywood. So why do I find it good ? The dialogue for those who like T.V dialogue is maybe over the top, but the actors give a good delivery of the lines. Despite the relentlessly dull George Peppard he tries hard, and the superb performance of Leslie Caron almost literally drags him into life. She can do shifts of emotion in a split second from anger to cold scorn, then back to her joy of living, and this ' lost ' film is made excellent by her. Roddy McDowell is brilliant as the sexually ambiguous butterfly in the Jazz caverns of the city, and he can dance away with a rose in his hand as well as being profound and serious. Scott Marlowe is given too little to do, and his ferocity is not given full rein ( personally he would have been better in the Peppard role ) but sadly Peppard brought the middlebrows in. It is watchable, and very moving and Caron makes it so, as a troubled young woman who has had too many men and too many visits to the psychiatric ward. This is a long way away from the roles she is famous for. And all for the better. She is a complex actor and was made to play the 'girl ' in too many films, when in fact she could prove herself to be as good as Jeanne Moreau or Simone Signoret, blending a lack of traditional beauty but beauty that surpasses the usual definition of the word. Then there is Janice Rule and she is equally disenchanted with life, but like all survivors of emotional disasters she moves on. Any one who can find a copy of this film watch it more than once, as it is addictive, and please put the ' facts ' about the Beatniks aside.

...and I shall begin by saying that this movie (once I found it) was exactly what I expected. In the spirit of later 'films' such as Psyche Out and The Trip, this one delivers the same one dimensional portrayal of a sub-culture that the makes were loath to understand, grasp or even approximate.

I will not disparage the good name of the actors involved. I will disparage the names of the script writers and everyone else involved in the embarrassingly inept screen play of this film, but you'll have to look them up as I care not to.

Oh boy, where to start. First, the presence of real jazz cats with their music and some lovely location shots around Coit Tower are about the best things in the movie, other than the physical attractiveness of the principle actors and actresses. The staging is pure hack Hollywood with groups of old 'young' people standing around silently as the principles deliver their lines and then shuffle off like zombies. It makes me wonder what first time theater goers must have made of this back in 1960 when Beatniks were a thing (thank you Dobie and Maynard). I was just a lad, but my sister was 18 and had some Kingston Trio albums. We took a trip to San Francisco about that time and stayed at a motel near Fishermans Wharf. I later moved to 'the city' after High School and joined in with the hippies. I was always appalled at the way hippies and beats were portrayed on TV and in movies; which explains why this movie and it's shortcomings did not surprise me one bit.

One thing has done is cause me to pursue other Peppard films such as 1968's What's So Bad About Feeling Good?, which I have never seen. Also need to brush up on his other efforts as I believe him to be a terrific actor of some depth and he is certainly a great looking fellow. Honestly, as a celebrity he's everything that Robert Redford is supposed to be, but isn't. Ok, that's it. I warned you.

about an age and not about a period. about few people and a too strange love story. about a world very far by Kerouac novel and the real facts. so, only a sketch. and it is not really an error if its ambitious are not so high. because the basic bizarre piece in this movie it is the cast. why few not bad actors for a poor exercise to present an age ? than - the script ( the dialogs are almost fake ). not the lat, the story - chaotic and too pink. short, it is a trip of Hollywood in middle of a kind of revolution. but the reality is not part from its rules so, the result is far to be admirable. only interesting ingredient - the performance of Roddy McDowall. but it is not enough to be more than a sketch for a decent social portrait.

Overripe adaptation of Jack Kerouac's novel by Robert Thom is so fruity it almost defies explanation. George Peppard is a 28-year-old writer in San Francisco, living with his melodramatic mother who heaves and sighs like all working mothers do, who is suffering from writer's block after publishing one novel (was this role training-ground for Peppard's Paul Varjak in "Breakfast at Tiffany's"?). Willingly taken one night into the Bohemian section of the city by a bunch of overaged juveniles, Peppard falls madly in love with Leslie Caron, a French girl raised in the States who has so much emotional baggage she can't even have a normal conversation. The other Bohemians--which include Roddy McDowall as a constantly-chattering bum who sleeps in a different pad every night--are poets, painters, musicians, interpretive dancers, and penny-ante philosophers; none of them can hold a job, eating every night for free at the local church (whose hep preacher makes them spaghetti). Peppard and mercurial Caron share the angriest love affair in memory--nothing goes right between them (when Peppard buys Caron a balloon, we wait for the next argument in which he'll pop it). An absolutely ridiculous picture, hyped-up with slang so outdated it sounds like language from Mars. * from ****

A piece of art!This is what describes the movie best.It's about a love story between two very different of a kind people.But the thing that grabbed me most was the good play of the actors which by the way were given much material.Not like most movies which are made today this one relays most on the dialogue.It is not what they say,it's how they say it!I must say as a really big fan of old movies that this one has made me a big impression,it was very enjoyable to just watch how all those actors really becoming their characters!George Peppard did well but a little unconvincable,but Leslie Caron was the one how got me convinced that there was love somewhere in the movie...These are The Subterraneans Today's Young Rebels - Who live and love in a world of their own this is their story told to the hot rhythms of fabulous jazz!