This film opened on one screen on a Central New Jersey multiplex, with only one teeny ad in a local paper. Was it any surprise I was the only person in the theater on a RAINY Sunday afternoon? It was a very lovingly made and the characters were unique, but there's not one scene in the film that works. The cast tries hard, with very mixed results. Jorjan Fox is the lead and she's very likable, and I'd like to see her in another movie. Bill Nunn (most recognizable from his supporting role in "Sister Act") sleepwalks through his role, David Shakleford alternately overacts and underacts as an ingratiating alcoholic (he relies on his goofy smile too much) and Peter Murnik isn't given much to do and has one scene in nothing but a towel, a shameless ploy to knock the audience out of its coma. It does, but it's transparent. If Candy Azzara had a line of dialogue, I don't remember it, yet she managed to make an impression as the dotty mother nonetheless. I really wanted to like this movie, but it's vague in its ambitions, the theme of bigotry seemed like an afterthought. Mainly, I just wanted it to end so I could go home. It's about half as successful as it could have been.
