This should've been a fun, frothy, comedy-mystery of the type Hollywood has turned out with regularity since the early 1930s. And indeed it starts off as just that, with bored housewife/retired journalist Susan Sarandon taking it upon herself to investigate the recent murder of a libidinous local dentist (Joe Mantegna). Sarandon's terrific and funny; Judith Ivy provides great support as her acerbic best friend; and Raul Julia is engaging as a deadpan local cop with a crush on the fetching former journo. All well and good. The miscalculation occurs in hour number two, when Sarandon's uptight attorney husband (Edward Herrmann) becomes a ranting, borderline abusive chauvinist whose screaming tirades at his wife belong in another, far more serious movie.
Those scenes - - one in particular - - practically ruin the picture. 5/10
Those scenes - - one in particular - - practically ruin the picture. 5/10