The entire premise for this film is simply wrapped around the glowing condom scene.
It's obvious that the writer had (or was given) the idea, and then attempted to wrap a tenuous story for an entire movie around that single scene.
Hence, the scene is remembered, but the rest of the movie is forgettable.
It's typical Hollywood schmaltz in the 1980's Blake Edwards style (S.O.B., 10), which is all about the aging male as the center of the universe, and the women in these movies are insultingly two-dimensional props. The ex-wife character in this film should at least have been the one, lone 3D female who has a brain and life of her own, but in the end, she betrays Blake Edwards' attitude toward women by becoming just another brainless, mewing kitty unable to resist the powerful charm of the lead male, who Edwards obviously sees as himself. Which is pretty bad, too, since the smarmy and self-absorbed Zach character is really too tragic for me to laugh at. The fact the movie was tagged as "the comedy that glows in the dark" indeed indicates they were hanging their hopes (pun intended) on those glowing erections. I'll admit that one scene was clever in its day; but the rest of this movie is just alcoholism and misogyny coated in sugar with a big happy turnaround at the end. God save us from movies about struggling writers who, in the end, write the book that tells the story of the movie -- and worse, then have a party where we get to see every character show up smiling so we know that everything is OK now. Happy happy joy joy.
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