The title had led me to expect a comedy - although it proved anything but - and maybe Joan Didion's original novel explained what it meant (something to do with golf I believe, which figures). But the film left me none the wiser; as well as why I should care about these unpleasant, self-centred egotists, among whose luxurious homes and tennis courts Tuesday Weld sullenly trudges about when not riding in fast cars wearing clothes by costume designer Joel Schumacher.
I would have liked more of Mitzi Hoag's tart little cameo as roadhouse proprietress Patsy.
I would have liked more of Mitzi Hoag's tart little cameo as roadhouse proprietress Patsy.