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.

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