The End (1978)

Diagnosed with a fatal disease, Burt Reynolds decides to take his own life, but not before meeting up one last time with various family and friends. When he finally makes his attempt, it is unsuccessful and he winds up in a mental hospital where he is befriended by fellow patient Dom DeLuise. I think one of the reasons many films of the late 60s and 70s turn me off is I generally find the leading men of that era dislikable. Reynolds is a prime example of this. His brand of steamrollering machismo leaves no room for the women of the film, which is a shame because the film has some winners with Sally Field, Joanne Woodward, Kristy McNichol, and Myrna Loy. Occasionally funny, especially for anyone who enjoys DeLuise’s schtick, it quickly overstays its welcome even with a fairly poignant ending.