I have always enjoyed watching actress Pamela Franklin, even when she's in subpar movies like A Tiger Walks from a couple of weeks back. My recent purchase of today's flick must have been to confirm that she wound up in a lot of terrible movies. The Night of the Following Day has an exciting kidnapping premise—Marlon Brando and three others hold Franklin for ransom—but the film is stupifyingly dull, detailing how the caper goes awry when the four kidnappers clash with each other. Richard Boone has the best role, as a particularly nasty kidnapper. The stories I've read about the troubled production (i.e., Brando arriving to the set drunk and battling with director Hubert Cornfield) are far more interesting than the actual movie. The film's ending is a confusing mindfuck. Rating: 1/5.