
These are characters we wouldn't want to meet or spend time with so when one of them, (Luckinbill), goes into a coma after a very simple operation goes wrong, you hardly care. He's an art director on a New York magazine, an author of children's books and a real sleaze-ball and it's only after he goes into hospital that his wife, (Cannon), discovers just what a philandering sleaze-ball he actually is.
With a very large cast and overlapping dialogue this is more like an Altman film than a Preminger picture but I doubt if Altman would be this cynical. The humour, however, is all May's, totally off-the-wall and razor sharp. Of course, it wasn't a hit either commercially or critically and Preminger only made two more films, both failures. This gem certainly deserved a better fate and Cannon is really extraordinary.
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