Low-budget independent film, produced in Minneapolis, with pretty professional standards. The central figure is the Twin Cities' answer to Woody Allen: thinning hair, owlish spectacles (contact lenses for special occasions), wry wit, even a Bogart imitation. His pursuit of romance through the classified ads is milked for a couple of its more obvious possibilities. But then he seemingly hits the jackpot on only his second try: a psychologist with a private practice, a Ph.D. thesis in the works, and a face and voice like the young Jessica Walter. She soon turns out to be a less than ideal mate after all: already married. The hero's main shortcoming, in contrast, is one of character delineation: he never emerges as anything more than a good-natured quipster. And while much of the movie seems to be stalling for time (one of Minnesota's 10,000 lakes gets a lot of exposure as the site of jogging, boating, roller skating, and Nicolette Larson singing in the background), it comes to a somewhat abrupt stop, as if the catering service or film-processing lab had suddenly demanded that the tab be paid up. With Bill Schoppert, Karen Landry; written and directed by Peter Markle. (1982) — Duncan Shepherd
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