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Why on gawd's green earth would you put Audrey Hepburn in a movie and then not have her speak until 59 minutes into the running time??? Sheez.
(Yes, John Ritter was a swell physical clown, and Dorothy Stratton had a caboose you could bounce quarter off of, but I was sooooooo uninterested in ANYTHING that was happening in the first 20 minutes that I reached for the fast-forward button. I looked for Hepburn doing something (ANYTHING!) so I could stay awake and only saw her as background for nearly an hour. Or did I fast-forward too far?)
When she was on the screen, I just marveled at how she could hold my attention, how she made me believe the limp dialogue she had with Ben Gazarra.
No wonder she didn't do movies after this, if this was the best she was getting offered. What a waste of a still-captivating talent.
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A more appropriate title woulda been They All Snoozed. I know I and most of the living world certainly did.
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I absolutely adore this film, and Bogdanovich's latest, SHE'S FUNNY THAT WAY, is very much in the same style. (George Morfogen returns in a similar role, and again we have romantic comedy shenanigans among a group of interrelated men and women.)
So take this as either a recommendation (for TAL lovers) or a warning (for the rest of you philistines) in case you're wondering about SFTW.
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I really can't remember anything of the story, but of course I loved seeing Miss Hepburn again. And, I found myself quite taken with Colleen Camp.
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