Two splendid actors - Davis and Dreyfuss - doing nothing splendid or special with a predictable, trendiness-laden, and artificial Portentous-Moments-of-Life-Changing-Profundity script. I kept waiting for something to develop or to appear that wasn't bathetic, but no such luck. The scene in which Paul Mazurksy does an insipid and completely off-the-mark impression of Jerry Lewis is actually irrelevant and rather creepy...and not (warning: Spoiler) because Mazurksy's character dies with the Jerry Lewis fake Nutty Professor teeth in his mouth. Also, whoever styled (here I use that word advisedly) and colored Judy Davis's rat's nest hair ought to lose his or her beautician's credentials: not only was her coif awful, it's also just not the sort of hairdo worn by a very affluent, post-middle-aged Connecticut housewife - even is she is wed to a fast-becoming-a-has-been sit-com writer.
Review of Coast to Coast
