Pretentious, sickeningly empty, predictable cr*p
And those were it's GOOD qualities.
Seriously, how can anyone actually LIKE this drooling, high-school level dreck? Jesus, I've read better scripts in the toilets Julian's Billiard Academy.
Alda, the king of pretentiousness, drags down a cast of fine actors, who must have been drugged and bound to do this junk, into a morass of overly sentimental yet mysteriously un-feeling pile of dung.
I didn't like it.
Okay, defend this crime against art.