If I was a reviewer for Time Out, I'd say that this is a film by and about the problems of rich, privileged people that doesn't bear any resemblance to real life - That Isn't Life, in fact.
But I'm not.
A real family affair, as Blake was married to Julie Andrews, Jack Lemmon's son Chris plays his son, and Jack's wife Felicia Farr has an enjoyable cameo as a randy fortune teller. Jack acting as man with crabs in church is hilarious. And Julie's step-daughter and real daughter play her daughters.
Everyone has their problems, but the mother stoically tries to deal with them all without revealing she is waiting on a cancer diagnosis. I have to give it to Ms Andrews, or Mrs Edwards, if you prefer, who steals the film with a terrific performance. Filmed, somewhat surrealistically, in her own house in Malibu.
Also with Sally Kellerman (the nutty neighbour), Robert Loggia, Jennifer Edwards (Blake's daughter), Robert Knepper, Matt Lattanzi, Dana Sparks, Emma Walton Hamilton (Julie and Blake's daughter), Teddy Wilson (the indispensable help).
Photographed by Anthony Richmond (who apparently replaced Harry Stradling Jr.), unmistakable score from Mancini, written by Edwards and Milton Wexler, edited by Lee Rhoads.
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