This was a really awful movie. It was like a plane crash. I kept watching, hoping that there was some kind of chance that it would escape certain death, but I finally turned it off halfway through and returned it to Netflix. A shrieking Bergen and aimless intellectual wanna be Bisset were such a turn off, I was ashamed to think there were women who actually live this way. Maybe they were brain damaged by all the hairspray Merry Noelle used. Can't imagine how Cukor was involved in any of this. I actually laughed at the airplane bathroom montage which blended sex-with-a-stranger and commentary/visuals of landing gear. Yuck. Double yuck.