Bored housewife Donna Mills is frustrated by husband James Brolin's lack of attention, so she indulges in sexual fantasies about other men. Her fantasies are accompanied by light FM music that makes the scenes reminiscent of a soft porn flick, except for the fact that not a hint of flesh below her neck is exposed.
It's difficult to feel sympathy for Donna Mills' character here. She's a knockout, and she has a stable of handsome young studs who flirt with her throughout the movie and appear only too willing to take Brolin's place. Mills' concerns around getting older are expressed when she stumbles during an attempted cartwheel. Pretty lame!
The dialog is appalling, marked by inane psychobabble. The only scenes that register convincingly are toward the end when Brolin rages over his wife's infidelity.
The casting director was obviously doing his job, however, ensuring that this effort is at least good to look at. Just be sure to turn down the sound!
It's difficult to feel sympathy for Donna Mills' character here. She's a knockout, and she has a stable of handsome young studs who flirt with her throughout the movie and appear only too willing to take Brolin's place. Mills' concerns around getting older are expressed when she stumbles during an attempted cartwheel. Pretty lame!
The dialog is appalling, marked by inane psychobabble. The only scenes that register convincingly are toward the end when Brolin rages over his wife's infidelity.
The casting director was obviously doing his job, however, ensuring that this effort is at least good to look at. Just be sure to turn down the sound!