I do not know what or why Kirk Douglas or the innocent audience members could possibly have done to be punished to be held captive watching such amateurish drivel of a script and performances. Mr. Douglas despite his speech impediment due to his stroke is still light years away from this excercise in complete inanity and is the only bright spot in the whole proceedings. The script's contrivances are so obvioous that they cause unexpected laughter. When your main hero is a clod and heroine a cloddess there is very little to root for along with such arch melodramatics from the varied clichéd antoganists ie: performance arts villain, corporate nerd villain and gas station meanie villain. It gives one hope that death will release all of us from this hideous collection of vignettes that are suppose to give us a morality tale to take to heart. I would advise to take to the hills if ever you meet this mess of a movie again!
