Female buddies from birth (or grade school at the very least), who moonlight as a once-a-week vocal trio in Atlantic City, and who are all made wackily individual without being made believable. One (Diane Keaton) maintains her father's TV memorabilia museum; another (Kathryn Grody) oversees the family taffy-making concern; the third (Carol Kane) pursues a hopeless career as a soloist, with the amiably enthusiastic but ineffectual Aidan Quinn as her manager. The other two women also have enthusiastic but ineffectual men in their lives (less amiably acted), and none of the problems thrown in their paths produces any real worry. The patchy script, stitched together with first-person narration and black-and-white flashbacks, is underdeveloped and at the same time draggy. And director Joyce Chopra, whose Smooth Talk had aroused such high hopes, destroys all confidence at the outset with her by-the-numbers montage of the local casinos. Elliott Gould, Ruben Blades. (1990) — Duncan Shepherd
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