After a second viewing I still detest the filmed version of Joseph Heller's brilliant novel - it is not funny or effectively absurd, and the adaptation is essentially total bastardization. I feel bad for Nichols and screenwriter Buck Henry - I wouldn't have touched it, or any of Heller's work for that matter - but my "sympathy" fails to make sitting through two hours of exposition and yelling and explosions any easier. My casting decisions: Jon Voight should have played Cathcart, Martin Balsam should have been Colonel Korn and Henry should have tackled Milo. Anthony Perkins is fine as the nervous Chaplain Tappmann. P.S. Read the book.
Director: Mike Nichols
Year Released: 1970