More a diagrammatic than a dramatic account of a woman on the rebound, this movie is like a profusely illustrated version of one of those self-help, consciousness-raising manuals that traipse unendingly through the nonfiction best-seller charts. It's overly balanced, systematic, and universalized, but at the very least it makes a widely accessible lunch-hour or cocktail-hour discussion topic. Writer-director Paul Mazursky, possibly doing penance for his culturally ingrained male chauvinist piggism, seems a little cowed. He for the most part has quelled his normal, and better, instincts toward fun-poking, and has made a concerted effort to be "positive" and "constructive." Jill Clayburgh, Alan Bates, Michael Murphy. (1978) — Duncan Shepherd
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