So Bette Midler and Richard Dreyfus are dead miserable in their Beverley Hills mansion with their neurotic kids, constant sunshine, tonnes of nosh, swimming pool and quirky dog. Boo hoo, you’re breaking my heart. We’ve always found this film intensely annoying and commented before that only in America* could you have a film about a homeless man coming amongst the super rich to commit suicide and have the rich ones be the victims. But, there are some nice moments anyway and the dog is always worth watching.
* – Or, er, possibly 1930s France, from whence the original of this film originated. Which rather scuppers our bluster, admittedly, but the point still – just about – holds.