The annoyingness of the above poster kinda sums up the movie. Chest-pounding Jewish mothers and surface conversation about the Rosenbergs aboud in this cliche-ridden and predictable film.
It is very well intentioned and (I’m sure) exctracted directly from Mazursky’s experience. But – oy – subtle it is not.
I give it a “Gentleman’s C” because its heart is in the right place and they at least had the decency to shoot the Cafe Reggio scenes at the Cafe Reggio. Supporting role by Christoper Walken is entertaning, and a cameo by the young Jeff Goldblum is fantastic, too. The rest, I’m ashamed to say, sucks quite badly no matter how much Dave Brubeck is on the soundtrack.
