I must be one of those jaded moviegoers in need of violence, nudity, and cheap thrills, because I found Maxie one of the most nauseatingly sweet concoctions to come off the Hollywood assembly line. It's sad to see Ruth Gordon wasting away on screen and unfortunate to see the immensely talented Mandy Patinkin shackled by a paint by numbers script. I must admit that Glenn Close is one of my least favourite film actresses of all time, and her performance here does little to change my opinion of her limited abilities. Add in a cloying soundtrack from a sadly past his prime Georges Delerue, and you have a film that is the aural equivalent of Ju Ju Bes: disgustingly sweet with absolutely no flavour or nutritional value.