Pleasant enough, if rather pat, romantic comedy about two Alabama losers, a twenty-dollar prostitute and an out-of-trim palooka, hooking up and heading toward California with nothing but dreams in their pockets. Sally Field is something of a problem, tending, whenever she attempts to be comical, to exhibit behavior that has more in common with flying nuns than with streetwalkers. But Martin Ritt, who directed her in Norma Rae, does a smoothly efficient and occasionally enthusiastic job in the visual department, with cinematographer John Alonzo providing him the kinds of garish color favored by Edward Hopper. And Tommy Lee Jones is generally quite likable, besides being one of the only leading men in Hollywood who could seem both reasonable and ridiculous protesting that he is not ugly. (1981) — Duncan Shepherd
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