We watch (and listen to) Gena Rowlands talking to herself, delivering the morning papers, pulling her car up ten feet (or, through the telephoto lens, what looks like ten inches) and stopping again, getting out, talking to herself, delivering more papers, and we get tired of the movie before the credits are over -- long before the soppy bonding of this woman and the neglected neighbor boy across the street. The movie is notable as the directing debut of actor Nick Cassavetes, son of actor-director John (as well as of Gena Rowlands), but the major point in common between the two directors would seem to be the imbalance between the heaviness of the acting and the slightness of the script. That, and the quantity of cigarettes smoked. With Marisa Tomei, Moira Kelly, Gerard Depardieu. (1996) — Duncan Shepherd
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