Take a truly unlikable aging man, add a seemingly happy go lucky neurotic woman, then toss in ultimately a little girl who turns out to be the Grouch's daughter, and you end up with Punky Brewster meets Annie Hall. Michael Douglas and Diane Keaton play extreme opposites as they join forces to raise his abandoned granddaughter. Douglas, the Donald Trump of Hollywood, makes enemies of everyone around him, whether it be his unfortunate neighbors or his abused clients.
For crude Douglas to all of a sudden change gears just because he finds he has a granddaughter is totally unbelievable. Keaton wines and cries too much, making her open to more than just a few insults. She even cries during nightclub sequences where she unbelievably plays the headliner, with Rob Reiner as her manager.
In a few scenes, stage and screen veteran Frances Sternhagen steals the film as Douglas's wise but acerbic secretary. "You think you invented men being assholes?", she asks him, and boy, is it time that somebody took him down. Pretty to look at, it just defies believability and ends up a dud among late middle age sex comedies. I don't believe for a minute that Keaton would allow Douglas to seduce her. The little girl is decent and not too cloying, but no matter how hard he tries, Douglas ain't no W.C. Fields.
For crude Douglas to all of a sudden change gears just because he finds he has a granddaughter is totally unbelievable. Keaton wines and cries too much, making her open to more than just a few insults. She even cries during nightclub sequences where she unbelievably plays the headliner, with Rob Reiner as her manager.
In a few scenes, stage and screen veteran Frances Sternhagen steals the film as Douglas's wise but acerbic secretary. "You think you invented men being assholes?", she asks him, and boy, is it time that somebody took him down. Pretty to look at, it just defies believability and ends up a dud among late middle age sex comedies. I don't believe for a minute that Keaton would allow Douglas to seduce her. The little girl is decent and not too cloying, but no matter how hard he tries, Douglas ain't no W.C. Fields.