If it wasn't for the ending it would have passed as an average enjoyable film courtesy of Jack Nicholson. The plot is OK thought out but is never surprising or truly intelligent. We get a bit of Cuckoos Nest, a bit of Shining, a bit of Endearment, a bit of this and that but nothing done beyond soap standards.
Most impressing was the fat cat that could sit still for so long. At first I thought it was a prop. But I guess they fed the poor create so much it couldn't budge while shooting. The physical jokes are surely a riot for fourth grade children.
The ending at the baseball game is trite and nauseatingly sentimental, true Hollywood at its worst. What a stinker! It kills whatever sympathy was accumulated for this film until the final scenes. Why do American film makers grope the audience with such repulsive sentimentality?
Most impressing was the fat cat that could sit still for so long. At first I thought it was a prop. But I guess they fed the poor create so much it couldn't budge while shooting. The physical jokes are surely a riot for fourth grade children.
The ending at the baseball game is trite and nauseatingly sentimental, true Hollywood at its worst. What a stinker! It kills whatever sympathy was accumulated for this film until the final scenes. Why do American film makers grope the audience with such repulsive sentimentality?