A wonderful, albeit very melancholy, movie starring Candice Bergen as a recent transplant to Chicago who finds the big city beyond daunting. THAT GIRL this isn't. From her cryptic name (T.R., but mistaken as P.R., D.R., etc) and creepy dates to her absurdly dirty apartment, Bergen gets hit with all that urban America has to offer. Bergen executes herself nicely in her most substantial film role (up to this time). She was fine in her small role in CARNAL KNOWLEDGE, but here carries a film for the first time. Director Herbert Ross wisely surrounds her with a first-rate supporting cast including Peter Boyle, Marcia Rodd (excellent as Bergen's acerbic co-worker and friend) and, in a very strange role, James Caan. Perhaps not as ironic as planned,
Peter Hyams wrote the witty script and hasn't produced anything as good since (either as writer or director). Somehow this movie's been buried for years.
Peter Hyams wrote the witty script and hasn't produced anything as good since (either as writer or director). Somehow this movie's been buried for years.