The movie starts out with Libby(Manoff)talking to her dead grandmother who we hear about all through the film. She has decided to travel cross country from New York to LA to find her estranged father, an out of work screenwriter. The only saving grace in this film is Ann Margaret. Libby spends the rest of the film parking cars for actors(putting her name and number on there windshields), trying to get laid and forcing her estranged father to talk to his ex-wife(her mother).Manoff is probably great on the stage but she was terrible in this movie. Its not so bad in the parts with just Matthau and Ann Margaret but otherwise no chemistry. The part where Libby asks her father about sex is hysterical and has to be one of the most embarrassing moments in screen history.
Review of I Ought to Be in Pictures
