Philo_Kvetch

This a throwback to the Reagan era...in other words, a right-wing paranoid fever dream. It remains a guilty pleasure despite its absurd premise. The Russians and Cubans successfully invade the United States that since WWII has had the most powerful military since the Roman Empire. Check me if I'm wrong, but few people believe that would have been a likely scenario for WW3.

Hey, it seems this country under Bush 43 is infinitely more brainless than we were 23 years ago(when this movie was released.) All in all, a sad commentary on the state of this country both then and now.

Still, I still watch it just for a laugh.

I was a fan of "Significant Others" which was broadcast on Bravo a couple of years ago and which had Fred Goss in the cast. I found that show very entertaining due to it's talented cast, witty writing and lack of a laugh track. I like this show even more. While some viewers seem to find Goss irritating, I think he's great. What a pleasure to see Max Gail again! As a matter of fact, I think the whole cast is superb. Their facial expressions are spot on and the dialogue (either written or improvised) is head and shoulders above the usual sitcom fare. I remember reading somewhere that this show is just a placeholder for something else on ABC which means its lifespan could be pretty short. That would be a shame since this the best thing to come down the pike since Arrested Development and we know what happened to that worthy effort.

Having been a Jill Clayburgh fan since she was being gently tugged around by her nipples in "An Unmarried Woman,' I decided to give this movie a try despite the universally awful reviews it received. Well, 1978 was then and this is now and Ms. Clayburgh's chest is thankfully kept under cover. Unfortunately, that's about the only humiliation she and the rest of the cast are spared in this unqualified disaster. In fairness to the director, he was working with a wretched screenplay but that's because Eric Schaeffer is a hack writer *and* director.

The sole believable moment in this entire film is a scene where Grace (Clayburgh) berates Christopher (Jeffrey Tambor) in a restaurant. It shows what a fine actress she is and highlights how badly she is wasted in this schlock. Christopher is an exterminator who plays jazz piano at night. Yeah, right. He's basically Hank Kingsley with some piano lessons and an African American friend named Earl (Bill Duke in a thankless role). Earl is the only sane character in this bomb which makes it highly unlikely that he'd have someone like Christopher as a friend. In fact, there is no conceivable reason for anyone in this film to behave in the incredibly contrived ways they do

Desperate attempts at hilarious hijinks involving a strap-on dildo and a suit of armor land with a dull thud. In a sad attempt at farce, Schaeffer has instead produced a travesty. Hopefully the title of this misbegotten mess will serve as fitting epitaph to his career. And if Jill Clayburgh needs money this bad, please advise her to lay off the crack and give me a call; I'll send her a check. Finally, we have Sandy Duncan. Yes, *that* Sandy Duncan. Talking about sex. I rest my case.