On the surface, the film's very well made, so I guess it's the story's direction I had problems with.
As if symbolizing Charlie's total abandonment of reason, compassion and humanity, this, for me, was the most frightening shot in the entire movie.
Reading through several reviews of this picture, I noticed each reviewer had the same gripe with the film. Namely that what started off as a keenly observed teen angst story "disappointingly" wandered into "Slasher" territory for its finale. This gripe is what convinced me to check it out.
When I was seven years old, I happened across a local TV station broadcast of Seconds early on a Sunday morning in 1976. I caught probably 95% of the movie. In spite of my young age and the fact that it was a black & white film, I was totally transfixed by it.
It's all meant to be heavy because the story's loaded with unanswered questions and minimal exposition, but this just felt like inept storytelling glammed up with a glossy polish. And a lot of droning, jangly noise.
Through these different revisions, I'd been twisting my imagination into a veritable pretzel in an attempt to rationalize something unequivocally absurd.
Having read and enjoyed the novel it was based on, I thought the film turned out to be a shallow and dumbed-down disappointment.