Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer are both as good as ever and actually better than Henry Fonda and Katharine Hepburn in the same film 20 years earlier, while the problem is that there is no story. It's almost like a documentary of an old couple's existence almost beyond their scheduled time, Julie Andrews still being fresh, vibrant and full of energy, and even dancing and performing here, while Christopher Plummer is constantly aware of his approaching death, although he is only 80. He is the great performer here, his lines are constantly spiced with elegant and humorous wit and irony, but otherwise there is no humour in this play, just sentimentality and relationship frictions. It was the same with the earlier version, which was Henry Fonda's last role, which augmented the melancholy mood, while here there is a sustained urge of life all the way. The music is terrible, but Christopher Plummer makes the day.,
Review of On Golden Pond
