a load of pretentious, incomprehensible twaddle. sort of a cross between first-semester screenwriting and a meandering architectural travelogue as Frances walks the streets admiring the real estate, chain-smoking, and giving away her fortune to park-bench vagrants and other assorted freaks and wackos. accompanied by so many shots of uneaten meals that the end credits include a “culinary stylist.” It’s good to see Michelle Pfeiffer in movies, but not in this one.
Can women have it all? I once thought that the feminist problem was put behind me for good as I left Barnard--it turned out that it actually has just commenced. Also, am I the only one who notices in here a Wellesley girl named Elizabeth Warren? She is a die-hard Republican.