Claudia Weill and Jill Clayburgh deserved so much better than this paint-by-numbers Columbia Pictures/Rastar bomb. Atrocious script by Eleanor who-sis and annoying "car drives up to a building" score by Patrick Williams sink this. Clayburgh and Douglas had chemistry, although his painted-on scars distract from his hirsute sexiness. In a sane world, Weill would have had a major directorial career. Instead, this piffle relegated her to TV and to reflexive Woody-hater Lena Duh-nuhm. A shocking waste all around. Even the ending credits title theme song, sung by Diana Ross, sounds thin, compressed, and insubstantial, production-wise, when it should be an exuberant, passionate, crystal-clear anthem.