So misguided in its mission and vision, and so baffling in its execution, that it belongs on a wall of shame. I know that only a handful of films in the 70s were directed by women, but is there any reason to celebrate this one? The plot is literally about a woman going through a hard time, re-visiting old flames, and hoping those men will tell her who she is.
And it’s so boring — it’s delivered with roughly the same urgency as the response time at your local government office.
One of these flaws is bad, but to be both boring and terrible is fatal.