Une maîtresse dans les bras, une femme sur le dos

Glenda Jackson and George Segal are the big plus of this romantic sex-comedy that starts of in a really funny way and promising to be absolutely hilarious but then, as the movie turns rather melancholic or sad or `serious', loses a lot of its power and becomes even a bit improbable.

The two actors – today we don't actually know either of them any more – seem to have no problem with the fact that the screenplay contains a lot of long, argumentative dialogue and they even manage to enhance the sharpness and wit of these dialogues by their acting. The quarrels between this odd couple are absolute highlights in the history of the comedy of sexes, those before their `relationship' as well as those in the hotel in Málaga, where the relationship almost ends.

As soon as the two come back to London, I got the feeling that the director rushes the story. The film could have been longer without becoming boring, indeed it should have taken its time to describe the developing love more accurately. In fact, characters introduced are not dealt with any longer (Vicky's gay colleague was absolute unnecessary), both of the two have children but they don't turn up any more. And then, quite suddenly, the movie is over.

It's really a pity. With these two fantastic actors, this comedy could have been a hit.