Perhaps Israel Horovitz, the author author, identified himself too closely with his protagonist, and thus assumed that anything falling within his experience would be sure to engage our sympathy. However that may be, he has not given any shape to the mass of troubles burdening a good-hearted Broadway playwright: troubles with his unfaithful wife, troubles with his new play, troubles with his new lover, troubles with a TV-sitcom brood of kids. Al Pacino's sullenness keeps it from being the artificial, Neil Simon-ish comedy it was evidently intended as, but the air of reality he brings into it seems more worthwhile anyway. It hardly matters, though, because Arthur Hiller's slovenly visuals render the movie unwatchable. With Tuesday Weld, Dyan Cannon, and Alan King. (1982) — Duncan Shepherd
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