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Stupid! Possibly the dumbest script for a full-budget movie in Hollywood history, and the "chemistry" between Tomlin and Travolta is utterly laughable. The direction is as clumsy as you are ever likely to see. Only a pretty lively soundtrack saves it from being my #1 worst movie of all-time. Feeling charitable, I give it 2/10.

I finally saw this stinker after hearing so much about it and it does deserve the bad reviews it's received.I don't mind romantic movies,as long as the two leads have chemistry,but Travolta and Tomlin have none.I know how Tomlin got cast and that was because her partner wrote and directed it,but still,Tomlin is no romantic lead.A great comedienne,but not a romantic actress by a long shot..A couple of scenes made me laugh and that was when Strip said he felt "cheap" when Trish just wanted to have sex with no commitment.How many guys would say they felt "cheap"? And the other one was when Strip got all upset when he told Trish he loved her,but she didn't say it back to him.He ran off like a baby that didn't get what he wanted..I kept thinking that Travolta's sister Ellen looks a little bit like Lily and the sex scenes between John and Lily seemed a little weird...If you're going to make a romantic movie,make sure it has passion and make sure it has depth.This has neither one...In real life,Strip would never be attracted to Trish,so the movie is implausible for that alone..The reviews speak for themselves and the critics were right,but I guess this could be considered a camp classic and a guilty pleasure,so maybe that's all it deserves to be and nothing more..

Wretched, empty romantic drama gives the word 'shallow' a whole new face. Soon-to-be-divorced Malibu housewife (Lily Tomlin) wanders around Hollywood and the beach, running her fingers through her hair, coddling her mutt and rubbing her forehead; seems a stud like John Travolta is just what she needs, but he's more puppy dog than pouncing lover (annoying, childish, needy, clinging). There's a good line here and there: I liked it when Lily Tomlin says, "I've never had cheap sex...I have to admit I was looking forward to it." But Travolta's character ("Strip"!) is ridiculous and hasn't been thought out; he's just a bleeding heart ex-runaway looking for true love. It feels about as real as a cartoon. *1/2 from ****

Though Ms. Tomlin apparently (and with good reason) tried to have this movie buried, it turned up on AMC last week, and oh joy! oh bliss! I was able to tape it to own for all time.

No lover of bad movies can claim such status if you haven't seen this one. It is an absolute DELIGHT from beginning to end, from the cheesy 70s titles displayed while a bored Lily shops Rodeo Drive to a "romantic" score, to the astonishing lack of character development by the lead actors, to John Travolta's reason for running away from home (Mom and Dad forgot his birthday -- two years in a row!) to some of the funniest dialog ever (Lily to John: "Are you a member of the Auto Club?", which line is wittily and meaningfully repeated at the end of the film; and the "tuna" lunch scene). John's character name -- STRIP -- should clue you in on the fun in store -- every time Lily utters it, you find yourself wondering if she's saying his name or issuing a directive. And the hot tub scene is one for the ages.

You'll find yourself wondering if it was all meant as a joke, but when you realize that all these people were apparently dead serious (witness Lily's phone "breakdown" with her ex), you'll want to watch it again and again to savor the wonderful horror of it all.

This movie has EVERYTHING (even two loveable mutts, one with a bandaged foot, and a mob murder subplot that dies quicker than the victim). If you must, scour your TV listings EACH week so that you won't miss the next showing. It will be well worth the wait, I promise.

I used to think that I had seen all 'The Bad Classics, but I have been mistaken.

WORST SCRIPT - WORST EDITING - WORST ACTING - UGH.

I'd heard of this film, but never understand the acute severity of CRAP that oozed from every sleazy, polyester pore in the rotten flesh of this movie!

How, by gods, did this pathetic drivel EVER make it to a public theater in 1978, and then, cruelly, at many more on TV, and in HI-DEF, no less? At least the 'hep 70' soundtrack' was in Dolby.

Pay close attention to Ms. Tomlin's laugh while pouring her friend a cocktail. This movie makes me ache for Joel, Crow & Servo.

I watched Waterworld a few nights back, and recalled the jibes by critics, calling it Kevin's Gate, etc. And now, I wonder why this big LOAD wasn't called Tomlin's Titanic.

I can't help flying in to hysterics imagining what the outtakes looked like. More drugs were snorted, shot, popped and smoked in this flick than Easy Rider. The cast party must've been quite the par-tay to

I wanted disparity to find something happy or at least conciliatory. No such luck.

So now I'm off to watch a good film, say, 'Manos, the Hands of Fate". (Even the dog is a better actor).

Lily Tomlin is a talented person, there is no denying it. But judging from this pseudo-romance, you'd think she was just a lousy actress.

Travolta has tons of charm, if nothing else, and it seems slightly unfair that he took the hit for how bad this movie is. If he didn't take the hit, he certainly lost some career momentum because of it. Its not his fault that the movie is bad and I think he tried to make something of the pitiful script he was handed.

These two likable actors crash and burn in this dreary story of two bored and boring people. They meet cute in Schwab's Drug Store (thereby bringing a bad name to a place that has come Hollywood history) when he's there to meet his friend, and she's there to get a refill on her Seconal. He follows her down the street since they had met briefly before and he wants to thank her for something ridiculous. Its just a reason to have them (ha, ha) 'conversing', as it were, so don't pay that much attention. She runs to her beach house, which he also tracks her down at. He wants to be friendly and open and she is bottled up and rude. Its just so they can 'overcome' all that, later on.

Eventually, after much more inane dialogue and stupid reasoning for them to have another scene together, they warm up to each other and begin an affair. The movie does not improve and Lily goes from Ice Queen to Simpering Romantic Fool in twenty seconds.

Strip (Travolta) eventually figures out he's being used for sex only and that Trish does not love him. He leaves in a huff and Lily and her friend visit every seedy bar in Southern California looking for him. Ugh, right.

The dialogue is not even funny enough to laugh at, though when Trish asked Strip "Are you a member of the Automobile Club", I howled.

It just seems like a waste. Lily and her partner Jane Wagner were not allowed near anything even remotely dramatic again. Travolta emerged eventually, but this isn't his fault, like I said. He does try but not even Olivier could have made this flimsy material work. 1/10.

Mind numbing boredom in the guise of a poorly written romance - I would need to go back to school for an English degree to be able to capture in words how truly awful this film was. If there was any justice, everyone involved with this turd would be fined and black listed from Hollywood. I think the overall premise was that Trovalta's career was hot and a lot of hormonally charged girls would flock to see anything he was in. I had the misfortune to see this film when it first came out. I was dragged there by a cute girl who was a Trovalta fanatic. Even she was yawning midway through. The only scene I remember enjoying was at an art exhibit. They took a few well aimed shots at what sometimes passes for art. Kind of ironic since this thing was anything but art.

Rich and lonely Trish (Lily Tomlin) meets and falls in love with Strip (John Travolta) who's at least 15 years younger than her. They both have issues--but do they love each other enough to battle those issues together? Believe me--you won't care!

I had forgotten that I saw this. I was 16 when it came out and this (inexplicibly) has an R rating. I had always loved Lily Tomlin and wanted to see it. In fact at the time this came out Tomlin and Travolta were (purportedly) madly in love with each other in real life. It turns out that was all a publicity stunt to sell the movie. Anyways, I conned my mom into taking me to see it. Wow--was THAT a mistake! Talk about dull! My mom and me literally kept dozing off during the movie. By the end (which is REAL stupid) I actually was giggling at how hopeless this movie was. It bombed badly and years of therapy helped me block it. But...it's come back to haunt me! Tomlin and Travolta CAN be good (given the right material) but this script was just so tedious and dull that even they couldn't pull it off. Travolta is as good as anyone can be. Tomlin REALLY tries but she's hopelessly miscast. She only got the role because director Jane Wagner and her were (and still are) lovers. I (sorta) want to see this on DVD to see if it's as bad as I remembered. I've heard there might actually be a DVD release of this in the works. That would be kind of cool. Well there IS a DVD of it out now (December 2021) and a friend got it for me as a joke. I just got through seeing and it's even worse than I remembered! A 1 all the way.

It has been many years since I've seen this movie, which is fine by me! Nothing against Lily Tomlin and John Travolta; I think they are superb actors, and of course John is THE MAN on the dance floor. But every actor makes what I call 'groaners', movies that are just plain bad. Like Tom Cruise and 'Legend'.

However, there is another reason why I hate this movie. Do you recall when Lily's character was searching for 'Strip'? She traces her finger on a Thomas Brothers map book, and stops on...Colton, California. Which is also my hometown. The exterior shot they used was most definitely NOT Colton. It looked liked Trailer Trash Central. My brother was watching this film in the old Studio Theater in San Bernardino, the city adjacent to Colton. When they showed that scene, everybody broke out in laughter and said, "Yep, that's Colton!" Come on, people. We gave you Gene Evans. We gave you Jimmy Webb and Jim Messina. We gave the Chicago Cubs Ken Hubbs. So give us, and the rest of the Inland Empire, a little respect.

Wealthy Beverly Hills socialite Trish Rawlings (Lily Tomlin) is currently residing in a beach side residence as she engages in a separation from her husband Stu (Bert Kramer) following his extramarital affair. While in town shopping she encounters drifter Strip (John Travolta) who remembers her from a valet parking job where she took responsibility for a dent in the car her husband blamed on him. Strip makes flirtatious advances towards Trish which are initially unwelcome, but as she encounters him on the beach she begins to develop feelings for him.

Moment by Moment was the third film starring John Travolta made by producer Robert Stigwood following the successes of both Saturday Night Fever and Grease. The film was set to co-star Lily Tomlin who'd scored two well regarded features with Nashville earning her an Academy Award Nomination and The Late Show also garnering strong critical praise. The project moved forward with Tomlin's partner and future wife, Jane Wagner, taking writing and direction duties for the film. While both Tomlin and Travolta had a pleasant experience working together, both were blindsided by the end product of the movie. Word had gotten out that the chemistry between leads Tomlin and Travolta rivaled that of "Menachem Begin and Yassar Arafat" and Universal hired Saturday Night Fever DP Ralf D. Bode to co-direct with Wagner but credited him as "technical advisor". Stigwood even tried to have Wagner fired from the movie at one point but backed down after resistance from both Tomlin and Travolta. When the movie was released it was eviscerated by critics and audiences with many citing the lack of chemistry between the leads. Box office was also quite underwhelming with the film making $10 million against its $8 million budget falling well short of the standards of Saturday Night Fever or Grease. Moment by Moment is a blot on the careers of both Tomlin and Travolta, but one they were easily able to move past with Travolta scoring a hit with Urban Cowboy and Tomlin getting success with 9 to 5. Moment by Moment however is still as uncomfortable and awkward as it was when first released.

While the movie is titled "Moment by Moment", a more proper title would be "Just Go Away Already", because most of the first part of this movie is Travolta's character strip making advances towards Tomlin's Trish while she keeps rejecting him but he keeps showing back up because he either has "friends nearby" or conveniently forgets little articles he has to return for. The movie is mostly just scenes of Tomlin and Travolta together with few extras and minimal supporting characters so the movie basically lives or dies solely on the chemistry of our leads. The movie's basically a parade of scenes with our characters taking turns getting annoyed at one another with the pendulum shifting back and forth between who's annoyed by whom. There's minor subplots or background elements in the movie such as Strip's never seen best friend Gregg who's only ever mentioned by Strip and we never actually see any of the things surrounding that character, or things going on with Trish's social circle such as a party scene with a theme of pictures of feet called, no joke, "footography". I don't know if this is satire of something specific, but whatever purpose it had back in the day wasn't all that resonant and it's only gotten more confusing with the passage of time. I'll say the music and cinematography is well done, but the fact this movie costs $2 million more than Grease is absurd because this feels like this should be $4 million at most especially with how most of the time it's just Tomlin and Travolta pratting about.

Moment by Moment is a romance with two leads who exude anti-chemistry. Both are fantastic actors and on paper it seems like a winning combo, but an awkward delivery devoid of sexual energy just kills the movie from being engaging on that level. There's probably been worse love stories that were either more bland, toxic, or preposterous, but more often than not they at least give you additional elements beyond the core romance to make up for those shortcomings. Moment by Moment doesn't have any additional elements to fall back on and is just being stuck with two people who are as annoyed with each other as we are by them.

"Moment By Moment" came out at a perfect in the career of John Travolta. Hot off the huge successes of "Saturday Night Fever" and "Grease" he must have thought he could do no wrong and boy was he ever wrong about that. You don't get much worse then "Moment By Moment" which is a silly love story between an older woman and a young man. A provocative idea you say? Perhaps, but there is nothing provocative about this movie.

Travolta and Lily Tomlin are cast in the leads and we can see right from the start that they have absolutely no chemistry what so ever. That right there would sink any love story. But writer/director Jane Wagner's awful script continues topping (or bottoming) itself with hopeless ideas and ridiculous situations without directly confronting the central issue of the story.

You would think in a movie about an older woman/younger man relationship we might get a reason as to why Travolta (who, get this, plays a beach stud named Strip!)is attracted to older women (particularly someone like Lily Tomlin). How about one small scene where we see him on a date with a girl his own age and he can't relate to her? With that we could understand his desires but here it's just plot device to move things along.

The whole movie runs on empty. Tomlin (who has since come out of the closet and admitted director Wagner is her longtime companion) is hopelessly miscast. She may be older but she sure didn't fit the bill for what a young man looks for in an older woman. They could have put some make-up or seductive clothing on her to try and at least create the illusion of the sexy woman but perhaps Wagner's intent was to show the normal everyday woman. I hate to tell you this Jane but people don't buy it when a normal, everyday woman is seduced by a beach stud named Strip.

"Moment By Moment" has long been forgotten and rightfully so. It's set up is preposterous, dialogue is laughable, and the acting is downright horrible. It's so bad it almost makes "Battlefield Earth" look not so bad. Skip this junk and thank me in the morning.

When I was a teenager, I scoured bad movie review websites because A) I thought they were funny, and B) it was a way to discover movies I'd never heard of. Sometimes when I actually saw those movies, I agreed with the critics, but other times I thought they were way off. Sure, some bashed movies don't deserve good reviews, such as Monster a Go-Go (the worst movie ever made, in my opinion), but others were merely misunderstood. It's clear that when this movie came out, nobody understood what Jane Wagner was trying to say with Moment by Moment.

But if she's reading this today, I want her to know that I got it, and I think the movie is unjustly overlooked.

Most people are so put off by the early, awkward as hell encounters between Tomlin and Travolta that they immediately label the movie as a turkey. But what nobody seems to realize is, those scenes were *meant* to be awkward as hell. And as likeable as Strip (Travolta) seems, we understand why Trish (Tomlin) is put off by him-any woman can tell you (if you bother to listen) how uncomfortable strange men make her when they come on so strong. It's very rare that a movie shows you how the woman feels in such an encounter-too many movies show such behavior as "romantic" and that the woman actually likes such attention. Trish clearly doesn't like it for a long stretch of the movie, but she begins to trust Strip all the same, once she gets used to him, and she eventually sees him like the audience does.

The most telling line of dialogue is one that many people miss-when Trish's ex-husband picks a fight with her over her relationship with Strip, he asks how old he is, and Trish responds that he is about as old as the woman with whom her ex had the affair that ended their marriage. The ex responds that it's "worse" for Trish because she's a woman, and it's a double-standard that Trish can't understand. This message of the movie is underplayed because it would have only turned audiences further off to suggest that her relationship with Strip (which critics and audiences alike bashed) would be considered the same as many celebrated, mainstream movies with a middle aged leading man with a girlfriend in her twenties who finds him irresistible. This is a trope so common in American cinema that to see it reversed is a novelty, but one that audiences couldn't accept. This reflects the inherent sexism of many male viewers (whether they want to admit it or not) that only like movies with passive, un-intrusive heroines that don't speak their minds. And it is male ticket buyers that tend to determine whether or not a film is a success (note how many of the critics that hated Moment by Moment were men).

But Travolta is really the revelation here. Very few major movies with a hot actor of the time are willing to put him on the screen and allow him to be *truly* vulnerable, but this movie lets him do it, and the scenes where he describes his childhood are magically heartbreaking. The scene where he accuses Trish of using him for "cheap sex" also broke my heart. The idea of putting a young, male actor in a romantic movie and making him the vulnerable one (rather than his co-star), is very seldom seen in hit movies, and audiences weren't ready for that in 1978 in the wake of Saturday Night Fever and Grease (both of which featured Travolta as a "tough guy").

The awkwardness of the early scenes make this movie a hard sell to most people, and yes, some of the dialogue comes across as weird because we're so used to Hollywood movies where everybody speaks with wit, unnatural wit. But Moment by Moment has its heart in the right place, and didn't deserve to be branded a camp classic.

OK, right off the bat, I'll admit that this movie isn't anywhere near "Citizen Kane" as far as motion picture greatness is concerned. But it's also nowhere near the dog that most reviewers make it out to be. I should know. I've watched "Moment by Moment" 3 times, and it seems like I get a bit more truth out of every viewing. Sure, Lily Tomlin may be more of a comedienne than a dramatic actress (I've got "9 to 5" on DVD, and it's great to see her taking on Dabney Coleman's "sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot" of a boss along with Jane Fonda and Dolly Parton). I can also see how John Travolta took a major risk as an actor by playing ultra-sensitive Strip after hitting it big with tough guys Vinnie Barbarino on "Welcome Back, Kotter" and Tony Manero and Danny Zuko in "Saturday Night Fever" and "Grease", respectively. But come on guys, give this film a chance!

Travolta's Strip is basically a drifter, a young runaway trying to survive in southern California. Tomlin, as Trish, is a wealthy, disenchanted older woman who's about to go through a divorce from her cheating husband. Both Trish and Strip have had it with their respective worlds. Strip wants to make something of his life, and Trish is trying to find some excitement in hers amidst a sea of boredom, although she doesn't acknowledge this when Strip first takes notice of her. Throughout the movie, both Strip and Trish learn from each other about life. Trish learns to follow her heart more often, instead of what her high-class "friends" think she should do with her life. Meanwhile, Strip learns that his dreams of getting out of his dead-end life aren't enough, that he needs to do whatever it takes to follow through with them. I believe that the main idea of this movie is that you have to BE YOURSELF, no matter what society thinks of you. And that's probably the main reason I like this movie so much (all right, I have to admit that the younger man/older woman thing was the first thing that turned me onto the film, but the reason I just gave about being yourself rates an extremely close second).

If someone were to watch this movie only once, I can understand them trashing it for (among other things) the weak points in the dialog and Lily Tomlin's seemingly frozen mask of boredom and disillusionment. All I'm asking is that if you're ever lucky enough to see "Moment by Moment" (you can still find "unofficial" videos of this movie on eBay, and I've heard that it sometimes shows on WE or AMC), don't dismiss it as some lame, late '70s chick-flick. I'm a straight guy, thank you very much (who, incidentally, is in a relationship similar to that of Trish and Strip's, but far happier), and I can still see the truth hidden in this under-appreciated film. Hopefully those who read my review (and/or see the movie for themselves) can, too.

I have never laughed my fool head off so hard as when I read some of the reviews here. But why be mean to Lily? MALE actors cast themselves ALL THE TIME opposite leading ladies far younger and even more COMPLETELY out of their league. (Woody Allen, Jack Nicholson, Sean Connery anyone?) That being said, the main reason to watch this is that it's so not ABOUT anything that it's surreal. If you put yourself in the context of the ME decade, you can see what Jane Wagner was going for here, two people "finding themselves." The trick is making anyone else care. Well, I cared, in the same sense that I care when I see a pile-up on the freeway. Still, if you like Travolta's hairy chest this is a good one watch it in. (If you like it waxed, see "Two of a Kind.") If you want to see Lily in an atypical role, this is the one to watch too. Let's face it, as film disasters go, I'll take this over "The Majestic" any day!

This is a tough one one to find on television, but if you ever get a chance to see it...Don't miss it, sit back and be ready to laugh and jaw-drop for one of the most unintentionally funny movies I have ever seen (next to 1966's---The Oscar) this is number two...You better tape it if it ever does come on, because it'll be years before you'll catch it again...When Lily with her goofy grin, says "Oh Strip" to a absolute lunk-head of a stud, Travolta, I'm in laughing heaven...

This film is stupefyingly bad. Other then the fact that they happen to look like brother and sister, there is absolutely no chemistry between Tomlin and Travolta. Tomlin's attempt to portray a well-to-do Southern California matron who is totally bored with her life until she encounters Travolta comes off totally unbelievable and her character is just uninteresting. Travolta's plays his character as an emotional vacuum who views their relationship with all the enthusiasm of an ex-con checking in with his parole officer. I found myself checking my watch every five minutes hoping that my misery would soon end. I was more entertained by my triple bypass surgery.After it was over I told my wife how I felt and she said"For heaven's sake why didn't you say something? I wanted to leave halfway through!"

Jane Wagner is incredibly talented writer of observational and ironic comedy but she displayed no talent for directing a romantic drama. The film is not just bad it is a colossal bore. It's not even interestingly bad.It's 102 minutes of my life I will never get back and I cannot un-see it.I have heard that it has become a cult favorite. Well the cultists can have it. I'll watch The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe instead.

Unbelievably wrong headed piece of tripe was so notorious a flop on its release that it has become an unspeakable badge of shame for both of it's stars and director.

Lily Tomlin is an incredibly talented woman but even the most gifted people usually have things they can't do and overblown melodrama is something that is beyond Lily. The part itself is awful but something that a larger than life star such as Susan Hayward or Lana Turner could have found a way to make work with glamour and gravitas, there is none of that here. John Travolta is vapid and annoying, an empty vessel with the ridiculous name Strip. His character is those things but he brings nothing to the role other than that. At least he wears very little during most of the film and at this time in his career was quite attractive so if you're a fan of his that's something. But it's the ONLY thing he brings to the picture.

Both stars are awful but they are only part of the larger problem which is that not only is the script dreadful but it is directed or rather undirected with zero sense of purpose or point of view. What are we supposed to take away from this meandering mess other than the memory of Lily saying Strip! Strip! over and over again? The answer seems to be that she has no clue and neither will you.

Damaging the reputation of all involved spare yourself and skip this.

I saw this one on the Sunday afternoon movie on our local NBC station, and HAD to watch just for the sheer awfulness of it. SO 70s (check out Lily and John's identical shaggy hairdos and bellbottoms)! Without a doubt, John's worst movie (and I've seen the Look Who's Talking films)! For additional laughs, check out its review in the book "Bad Movies We Love". You'll love it!

Remember that Saturday Night Live skit a zillion years ago where Michael O'Donoghue and two extras did an impression of Tony Orlando and Dawn plunging 10' inch knitting needles into their eyesockets?

Doing that may be the only thing that can save your sanity if you're otherwise doomed to watch this movie. If there is a God, He or She will have prevented this film from existing in either VHS or DVD. (Unfortunately, they'll put any trainwreck up on DVD now.) Awful, awful. This isn't even funny-bad like Plan 9 From Outer Space or Highlander II. Certainly the worst movie I've ever seen with my own eyes, and by far the worst I paid to see. (Okay, my best {female} friend wanted to go and wanted company. My bad.)

There's no purpose in going further into details.

My question is this: alright, at the time, Tomlin was a name with an Oscar nomination and a Tony award under her belt, and Travolta was the cinematic sex god de jour of 1978. You couldn't just bury the project once it was filmed; this wasn't precisely Nipsy Russell and Nancy Walker as co-stars. But did it really take the whole filming process to figure out that Tomlin - a lesbian twice her co-star's age - and Travolta had zero screen chemistry? This project should have been ashcanned fifteen minutes into filming.

1/10: the Ultimate Awful Movie to which all other awful movies cower in homage. Can I vote zero?

If there's one thing that a love story needs is for the two leads to have chemistry. You know, that unspoken thing between them that makes their movie believable. And in this movie we actually see what negative chemistry looks like. That's right, the chemistry between Lily Tomlin and John Travolta is so terrible that it actually goes into negative integers.

The story itself is pretty generic. Tomlin plays a rich divorced woman and Travolta plays a drifter. They run into each other, Travolta stalks her, keeps showing up at her house and eventually they wind up in bed together. And that's it.

This was so badly received that once it's short theatrical run was over, it never got an official release. If you've seen the movie, you'll understand why.

I'm giving this movie 9 stars because it truly stands as one of the most hideous, god-awful, unintentionally HILARIOUS motion picture made in the last 40 years. If it were out on DVD, I'd highly recommend renting it, or even buying it, to add to your worst video collection, along with the classics 'Plan 9 From Outer Space' and 'Myra Breckinridge'.

This movie is bad. Really, really bad. And that's what makes it so good! It is a guilty pleasure to watch John and Lily gamely try to get hot and steamy over each other, all the while knowing they are being directed by Lily's lesbian lover who seems to have checked her talent at the door; she has no eye whatsoever, romantic or otherwise. This is a total wreck of a movie from the first shot, and all a viewer can do is giggle helplessly as it dissolves into a parody of every teen flick ever made, with the lamest dialog and the most ridiculous shots of a hairy male body ever ogled by a middle-aged lesbian. It's a hoot! It could be a John Waters film had it been directed with a touch of irony. But then it wouldn't be nearly as funny.

The most perfect, and perfectly dreadful, double feature of all time would have to be Moment By Moment and Myra Breckinridge. Both deal with sexual identity and confusion, and both rank at the tippy top of my top 10 list as most funny bad movies ever made. But you've got to be in the mood, or you'll wonder how on earth you ever managed to throw away 3 hours of your life.

One of the worst films ever! It went on and on and on, with no plot, terrible writing, and terrible acting. A newspaper critic called it "century by century". I agree. I can't believe I paid money to see this disaster.