A Cada Momento

I've read the other comments on this movie and some of you are very cruel and immature. I'm a huge Lily Tomlin fan and will be the first one to say this movie is NOT her best work. However, it is not as horrible as some of you have said. It was 1978. Travolta and Tomlin were both at the peak of their careers. John loved Lily and wanted to do a movie with her. Lily had done two movies previously ( one of which garnered her an OSCAR nomination ) and was given the green light to produce her own movie with Jane Wagner. It was not their best work, but I can see where they both definetely worked hard on their roles. In part this movie was making satiric comments on upper class California values. That's what the reference to the pool filter was for. The husband's concerned more with that, Lily's Trisha is devistated. Her "phone breakdown" scene is very good. To be making fun of Lily or John's physical appearance is a truely sad attempt at reviewing this movie. It is a love story with the sex roles reversed. It was a bold attempt to try a different take the male/female relationship. The dialog is sometimes very dumb but I get what Jane was trying to do. Incidently, Jane Wagner is a brilliant writer who went on to write Lily's critically acclaimed 1 woman show "Search For Signs Of Intelligent Life In The Universe" which won a Tony award on Broadway. Unfortunetly, her 1st attempt at writing a motion picture was not the best vehicle for her talents.

It is a true testiment to the talent of John, Lily and Jane that they each went on to other successes after this movie bombed.

Watch it if you're a fan of John or Lily's or if you like unintended =camp in your movies.

I caught this stink bomb a couple of months ago and watched out of morbid fascination. It really, Really sucks. I can't believe it didn't sink Travolta's career. He should've had his head examined for playing this crappy part. Fortunately, he rebounded and made much better films. I only watched it b/c I'd read about how horrible it is. Lame dialogue and a completely unsexy atmosphere make this more painful than drinking Drano.

A magazine recently posed the question about "Moment by Moment": "Ever wonder what might make you kill yourself? How about two hours of a young John Travolta prancing around in his tighty whiteys, repeatedly banging (what could pass for) his mother?" Well, the magazine was close to correct.

I have never laughed my fool head off so hard as when I read some of the reviews here. But why be mean to Lily? MALE actors cast themselves ALL THE TIME opposite leading ladies far younger and even more COMPLETELY out of their league. (Woody Allen, Jack Nicholson, Sean Connery anyone?) That being said, the main reason to watch this is that it's so not ABOUT anything that it's surreal. If you put yourself in the context of the ME decade, you can see what Jane Wagner was going for here, two people "finding themselves." The trick is making anyone else care. Well, I cared, in the same sense that I care when I see a pile-up on the freeway. Still, if you like Travolta's hairy chest this is a good one watch it in. (If you like it waxed, see "Two of a Kind.") If you want to see Lily in an atypical role, this is the one to watch too. Let's face it, as film disasters go, I'll take this over "The Majestic" any day!

Wretched, empty romantic drama gives the word 'shallow' a whole new face. Soon-to-be-divorced Malibu housewife (Lily Tomlin) wanders around Hollywood and the beach, running her fingers through her hair, coddling her mutt and rubbing her forehead; seems a stud like John Travolta is just what she needs, but he's more puppy dog than pouncing lover (annoying, childish, needy, clinging). There's a good line here and there: I liked it when Lily Tomlin says, "I've never had cheap sex...I have to admit I was looking forward to it." But Travolta's character ("Strip"!) is ridiculous and hasn't been thought out; he's just a bleeding heart ex-runaway looking for true love. It feels about as real as a cartoon. *1/2 from ****

Stupid! Possibly the dumbest script for a full-budget movie in Hollywood history, and the "chemistry" between Tomlin and Travolta is utterly laughable. The direction is as clumsy as you are ever likely to see. Only a pretty lively soundtrack saves it from being my #1 worst movie of all-time. Feeling charitable, I give it 2/10.