Document(page_content='Who are these "They"- the actors? the filmmakers? Certainly couldn\'t be the audience- this is among the most air-puffed productions in existence. It\'s the kind of movie that looks like it was a lot of fun to shoot\x97 TOO much fun, nobody is getting any actual work done, and that almost always makes for a movie that\'s no fun to watch.<br /><br />Ritter dons glasses so as to hammer home his character\'s status as a sort of doppleganger of the bespectacled Bogdanovich; the scenes with the breezy Ms. Stratten are sweet, but have an embarrassing, look-guys-I\'m-dating-the-prom-queen feel to them. Ben Gazzara sports his usual cat\'s-got-canary grin in a futile attempt to elevate the meager plot, which requires him to pursue Audrey Hepburn with all the interest of a narcoleptic at an insomnia clinic. In the meantime, the budding couple\'s respective children (nepotism alert: Bogdanovich\'s daughters) spew cute and pick up some fairly disturbing pointers on \'love\' while observing their parents. (Ms. Hepburn, drawing on her dignity, manages to rise above the proceedings- but she has the monumental challenge of playing herself, ostensibly.) Everybody looks great, but so what? It\'s a movie and we can expect that much, if that\'s what you\'re looking for you\'d be better off picking up a copy of Vogue.<br /><br />Oh- and it has to be mentioned that Colleen Camp thoroughly annoys, even apart from her singing, which, while competent, is wholly unconvincing... the country and western numbers are woefully mismatched with the standards on the soundtrack. Surely this is NOT what Gershwin (who wrote the song from which the movie\'s title is derived)
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