An attractive and successful doctor places a personal ad in a newspaper to try to meet (and eventually marry) Mr. Right. A succession of blind dates ensues, featuring men who are lonely, desperate, dangerous and perverted.
A 17 year old farm boy is offered an ice hockey tryout. His brother drives him to Canada. He has fast legs, slow fists, but is chosen. Will he learn to use his fists and play ice hockey the Canuck way? Will he get the coach's cute daughter?
In the 1860's Wild West, when a ragged bunch of misfit settlers decide they cannot stand living in their current situation, they hire a grizzled cowboy to take them on a journey back to their hometowns east.
A magazine publisher in Minneapolis, recently separated, puts a personals ad in The Twin Cities Reader, a free university newspaper. To his surprise, he gets some letters, and starts dating the women. The movie rolls along in a relaxed way, with beautiful views of Minneapolis,, its lakes and promenades.
I saw this with my sister at the movies back in 1982. We are probably two of a total of seven people in the entire theater. This is not a bad picture. The problem with this movie is that it lacks any star power, charisma or actor beauty. All the players are unknowns. Seriously, does anybody remember a guy named balding, flat cheeked, chubby guy named Bill Shoppert, besides his mom? The movie is dull and plays on old-hackneyed clichés such as the obnoxious Jewish date, the supercilious and cuckolded husband and the nerdy journalist on the rebound. Please, Spare us the ennui. This Indie film is pretentious. However, if you are intere4sted in how people sought relationships back in the 80's, this was the method. Unlike today's slick and online electronic technology, the unexpected anxiety of blind dates was a reality of that era.
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