In stumbling across The Swimmer (Disc/Download), I’ve found a film tailor made for Cinema Sips. Made in the 1960s, featuring swimming pools and a hell of a lot of alcohol, this is the visual culmination of all my daydreams.
Based on a John Cheever story, The Swimmer stars Burt Lancaster as a sort of proto-Don Draper. He’s a mad man without a compass, having driven away his family long before the story begins, and largely in denial about his crumbling life. While attending a party at his Connecticut neighbor’s house, he decides he’ll swim home through all the nearby pools, down a sapphire river of suburbia. It’s not until the end that he realizes home doesn’t exist for him anymore—he’s completely alone. Throughout his journey, he encounters hungover couples who still clutch glasses of gin, a pair of elderly nudists, a doe-eyed teenager with a crush, and oddly enough, Joan Rivers. At every stop he’s offered a drink, enabling him to swim and imbibe his way through the film. The story is sad, at times bizarre, but still relatable. What are pools, and cocktails, if not an escape?
The Swimmer also introduced me to perhaps the one drink I have zero interest in: the Bull Shot. Like a Bloody Mary made with beef broth instead of tomato juice, watching Burt drink his hefty glass of brown was pretty stomach turning. Let’s celebrate the better parts of summer with a sweeter, more palatable drink: Sugar on Strawberries.
Sugar on Strawberries
2 oz vodka
½ oz simple syrup
½ oz lemon juice
1 oz champagne
Wet the rim of a martini glass with lemon juice, then dip in sugar. Set aside. Muddle the strawberries with simple syrup in the bottom of a shaker. Fill with ice, then add the vodka and lemon juice. Shake until chilled, then strain into prepared glass. Top with champagne.
I don’t know what it is about swimming pools, but I’m undeniably drawn to them. I have no desire to own one; I just want to look at them all day. Maybe, like Burt Lancaster in The Swimmer, I’m responding to what they represent—an idea of American leisure and luxury. Maybe I’m an explorer too, imagining what lies beneath the water of those giant turquoise boxes. Or maybe, I simply want to know what it’s like to feel cool on a hot summer day. Cheers!