Which raises the question: Did writer-director David Frankel actually want his career to end after this film?
Suicidal tendencies aside, how's this for an eerily prescient wrinkle: Farrow's character in Rhapsody is unwittingly involved with the same man (Antonio Banderas, perfectly cast as a Cuban nurse named Antonio) as her daughter, played by a then-supersexy Sarah Jessica Parker. Acutely aware that Antonio has taken Mumsy to the boudoir, Soon-Yi Bradshaw stops just short of bedding him while fumbling for her diaphragm on a hastily arranged tryst in Orlando.
All this overshadows a very clever movie that actually makes some far more credible observations about romantic commitment than any Allen film ever has. But Frankel could have written the best comedy in the world, and he'd still have been rightly chastised for remaking Husbands and Wives three years after Husbands and Wives was made. Talk about setting yourself up for infamy; it's no wonder Frankel's done nothing of substance since. But maybe that's how he intended it. Mike Seely
Each week the author treks to the Schlafly branch of the St. Louis Public Library, where a staff member blindfolds him and escorts him to the movie shelves. After selecting a film at random, Seely checks it out and reviews it.