Disjointed little melodrama concerning a happily married couple raising a small daughter with another kid on the way. He's some kind of globe trotting photographer (six weeks to get pics of the Himilayas??) who, while on a foreign expedition, gets news of an accident involving his wife. She's okay, but has lost the baby, sending her into a distant tailspin. Feeling sexually neglected, he ends up tearing one off with a work friend, which is discovered by the wife. The rest of the film is a batch of mending and heartache, outsiders who tempt, wrapped up in a truly ridiculous final moment even too stupid for a television movie.
I'm approaching a spoiler area, but one of the major problems is that the title act isn't even committed until 45 minutes in. And when it is, it's brief and loveless. Alley's character shows no understanding of Horsley's motives and ends up bolting the country with their kid! You do get to see Alley beat the living hell out of the homewrecking friend, pretty much the sole highlight of this whole thing.
What follows are the nubile temptress at Horsley's office, Alley's knee-jerk dalliance with an expendable stud, and the GRATING, literal operatic moments of song. There are no fewer than five scenes that involve someone singing or listening to extended opera diddies (including 2(!!!) endless renditions of "Saaaaaanta Luuuuuuuciiiiiaaaaa"), right down to the final moment. The film's lead up is slow, the characters standard, and the resolution brainless.
Positives? The little girl who played the daughter was actually the best performer, Kirstie sort of mannish without make-up (though you get to see her sing The Four Tops "Reach Out and I'll Be There" in a slip), and Horsley a grinning non-entity.
For TV movie schmaltz, find this if you can.
I'm approaching a spoiler area, but one of the major problems is that the title act isn't even committed until 45 minutes in. And when it is, it's brief and loveless. Alley's character shows no understanding of Horsley's motives and ends up bolting the country with their kid! You do get to see Alley beat the living hell out of the homewrecking friend, pretty much the sole highlight of this whole thing.
What follows are the nubile temptress at Horsley's office, Alley's knee-jerk dalliance with an expendable stud, and the GRATING, literal operatic moments of song. There are no fewer than five scenes that involve someone singing or listening to extended opera diddies (including 2(!!!) endless renditions of "Saaaaaanta Luuuuuuuciiiiiaaaaa"), right down to the final moment. The film's lead up is slow, the characters standard, and the resolution brainless.
Positives? The little girl who played the daughter was actually the best performer, Kirstie sort of mannish without make-up (though you get to see her sing The Four Tops "Reach Out and I'll Be There" in a slip), and Horsley a grinning non-entity.
For TV movie schmaltz, find this if you can.
