this movie is like a car wreck: so bad, you can't watch it, but so fascinating you can't make yourself turn away. shelley duvall was born to play olive oyl and robin williams, as always, adds his own special touches to the title role. however, even the two of them can't overcome a weak script, and probably the most dreadful score ever to appear on the screen. and yet, i have seen this movie about 20 times. why? i can't quite explain it, but there's something that implores me to watch it again and again (something subliminal, perhaps?)
