Blake Edwards' semi-experimental movie is no Best in Show, but it's worth a gander anyway. Jack Lemmon is on fire as a hypochondriac turning 60 years old, his rapid-fire screed against everything is rich and real, a function of his own improvisation. There are some amazing moments in the film -- the panning shot of Lemmon in his underwear against a stark horizon is one of cinema's greats (and it's on the DVD cover) -- but too much of That's Life comes across as a victim of its improv nuttiness.