Synopsis :
A country boy (Jon Voight) moves to the big city to be a man-whore. He runs into someone (Dustin Hoffman) who sort of is his pimp.
Review :
This is the famous flick that won Best Picture despite being rated X at the time (it has since been rerated R, I believe). What could have degenerated into a substandard fish-out-of-water throwaway comedy appears to have been turned into something w\ actual worth. Jon Voight turns in a solid performance as the pretty boy gigolo absolutely ignorant of anything outside a farm (or a vagina, I suppose). But it's Dustin Hoffman that does a god-like job of making an otherwise lying bastard into a genuinely sympathetic character, even when it's rather obvious he's screwed over the protagonist.
John Schlesinger manages to do a damn fine job sewing together the flashbacks, dream sequences, & other assorted hallucinations the script calls for.
Verdict : 8 of 10. "Cowboy callboy moves to New York and is pimped out by a broke, crippled hustler," sounds like some shit they'd pick out of the box during "Whose Line Is It Anyway," but about forty years ago, a group of folk turned it into a fucking good movie.