Moment by Moment

Wretched, empty romantic drama gives the word 'shallow' a whole new face. Soon-to-be-divorced Malibu housewife (Lily Tomlin) wanders around Hollywood and the beach, running her fingers through her hair, coddling her mutt and rubbing her forehead; seems a stud like John Travolta is just what she needs, but he's more puppy dog than pouncing lover (annoying, childish, needy, clinging). There's a good line here and there: I liked it when Lily Tomlin says, "I've never had cheap sex...I have to admit I was looking forward to it." But Travolta's character ("Strip"!) is ridiculous and hasn't been thought out; he's just a bleeding heart ex-runaway looking for true love. It feels about as real as a cartoon. *1/2 from ****

I have never laughed my fool head off so hard as when I read some of the reviews here. But why be mean to Lily? MALE actors cast themselves ALL THE TIME opposite leading ladies far younger and even more COMPLETELY out of their league. (Woody Allen, Jack Nicholson, Sean Connery anyone?) That being said, the main reason to watch this is that it's so not ABOUT anything that it's surreal. If you put yourself in the context of the ME decade, you can see what Jane Wagner was going for here, two people "finding themselves." The trick is making anyone else care. Well, I cared, in the same sense that I care when I see a pile-up on the freeway. Still, if you like Travolta's hairy chest this is a good one watch it in. (If you like it waxed, see "Two of a Kind.") If you want to see Lily in an atypical role, this is the one to watch too. Let's face it, as film disasters go, I'll take this over "The Majestic" any day!

Stupid! Possibly the dumbest script for a full-budget movie in Hollywood history, and the "chemistry" between Tomlin and Travolta is utterly laughable. The direction is as clumsy as you are ever likely to see. Only a pretty lively soundtrack saves it from being my #1 worst movie of all-time. Feeling charitable, I give it 2/10.

I caught this stink bomb a couple of months ago and watched out of morbid fascination. It really, Really sucks. I can't believe it didn't sink Travolta's career. He should've had his head examined for playing this crappy part. Fortunately, he rebounded and made much better films. I only watched it b/c I'd read about how horrible it is. Lame dialogue and a completely unsexy atmosphere make this more painful than drinking Drano.

A magazine recently posed the question about "Moment by Moment": "Ever wonder what might make you kill yourself? How about two hours of a young John Travolta prancing around in his tighty whiteys, repeatedly banging (what could pass for) his mother?" Well, the magazine was close to correct.

I used to think that I had seen all 'The Bad Classics, but I have been mistaken.

WORST SCRIPT - WORST EDITING - WORST ACTING - UGH.

I'd heard of this film, but never understand the acute severity of CRAP that oozed from every sleazy, polyester pore in the rotten flesh of this movie!

How, by gods, did this pathetic drivel EVER make it to a public theater in 1978, and then, cruelly, at many more on TV, and in HI-DEF, no less? At least the 'hep 70' soundtrack' was in Dolby.

Pay close attention to Ms. Tomlin's laugh while pouring her friend a cocktail. This movie makes me ache for Joel, Crow & Servo.

I watched Waterworld a few nights back, and recalled the jibes by critics, calling it Kevin's Gate, etc. And now, I wonder why this big LOAD wasn't called Tomlin's Titanic.

I can't help flying in to hysterics imagining what the outtakes looked like. More drugs were snorted, shot, popped and smoked in this flick than Easy Rider. The cast party must've been quite the par-tay to

I wanted disparity to find something happy or at least conciliatory. No such luck.

So now I'm off to watch a good film, say, 'Manos, the Hands of Fate". (Even the dog is a better actor).