I've never been able to work out why the prevailing wisdom about this film is that it's such a classic. The only theory I have is that it spoke to generation in their own language at a time when Hollywood was giving the reigns over to that very generation. That, or it launched the career of Simon and Garfunkel and their maudlin, miserable folk music.

Unfortunately, the children of the postwar baby boomers who returned from college to suburban utopias of convenience and modernity but very little heart and soul are decidedly not me. What Benjamin Braddock (Hoffman) was searching for in his affair with Mrs Robinson (Bancroft) might simply have been the desire for human connection. If that's all there is to it, it's been done better before and since.

The only really interesting aspect is the character of Mrs Robinson, who sees Benjamin as good enough to satisfy her own desires but not nearly good enough to date her daughter. It reminded me of that old Groucho Marx quote about not wanting to belong to any club that would admit him as a member.