DaCritic-2

The thing that really got my attention in this movie was the use of music throughout ... specifically, music that was performed spontaneously by various characters. The first instance, the kareoke showed that Kim Wallace (Diaz) had a lot more heart than Jules (Roberts) expected ... the second, the chorus of teenaged boys singing "You Fill Up My Senses" while huffing helium (I'm not making this up, folks), was kind of a strange underscore to the conversation that Jules was having at the time with Mike O'Neil (Mulroney); the third, begun by Rupert Evrett's character (and picked up by everyone in the room except Mike and Jules), was just devestating.

I don't know if these instances came from the writer or the director, but as far as I'm concerned, these three moments really made the movie.

Even when I saw this movie at a teenager, I wondered just how ironic it was that Pia Zadora starred in a movie about an artist who slept her way to the top. As beautiful and sexy as Ms. Zadora is, even she couldn't keep this sorry-ass excuse of a movie from tanking. Not even her photoshoot for Penthouse, in which "The Lonely Lady" was promoted "back in the day," could keep this movie from tanking. The only thing that could have saved this movie? A completely different script. Give this one a miss.

This is a very sweet story about a love triangle between a woman, her boyfriend, and the ghost of her dead husband. The subtext about getting on with your life after suffering a tragedy seemed heartfelt rather than manufactured; and Sally Field was, well, the incredible actress that she's always been.