Hopscotch re-teams Walter Matthau and Glenda Jackson, who had surprisingly demonstrated quite a bit of chemistry in 1978's House Calls, but despite excellent work from Jackson, Hopscotch is clearly Matthau's film all the way. And with good reason -- there are few actors who could pull off the demands of a screenplay which calls for an actor with superb comic timing, a powerful presence that can be expressed both overtly and subtly, an ability to project both guilelessness and intelligence, and an ease in finding reality in artificial circumstances. Matthau shows -- as he did so often -- that "the Matthau type" encompassed much more than Oscar Madison. He is ably supported by a witty and engaging script, and by deft, relaxed direction by Ronald Neame that isn't afraid to dawdle -- or even just pretend that it's dawdling -- as a means of creating suspense. Jackson and the rest of the supporting cast are quite good, and Arthur Ibbetson's cinematography gives the film a sleek feel. Light and breezy, Hopscotch is a pleasant diversion for adults.