Producers, Michael Meltzer, Bettina Sofia Viviano. Co-producer, William Fay. Director, Deborah Reinisch. Writer, Ken Hixon. Story, Andy Evanson, Hixon. Photography, Jeffrey Jur; editor, Maryann Brandon; sound, Jose Antonio Garcia; music, Arthur B. Rubinstein; production designer, Howard Cummings. 120 MIN.
Cast: Gregory Harrison, Leslie Hope, Patricia Clarkson, Kimberly Scott, Kevin Tighe.
Gregory Harrison, whose range has been extensive on stage and TV, finds his talents confounded in Ken Hixon’s slim romantic comedy-mystery about a down-at-the-heel actor. Gimmick is that a mysterious someone drops $ 10 million into his anemic bank account; as written, it doesn’t make much difference how it got there.
Would-be actress (Leslie Hope) trots into Harrison’s acting class, which is about to go el foldo, then into his bed. Neither Hope nor Harrison are convincing as lovers, but they plunge on, trying to make Hixon’s convoluted teleplay work.
Director Deborah Reinisch misses any opportunity to float the vidpic — a romantic, wordless seg between the duo at an expensive luncheon, backed by an uncredited recording of Bobby Short shelling out “Isn’t It Romantic?” simply lies there — and settles for quick action.
Harrison, not shucking his shirt until 16 minutes into this one, plays his role necessarily at arm’s length — there’s nothing to get close to. Hope appears lost in the traffic as she trudges through the plot, which ambitiously but clumsily tries poking fun at everything from bank service to the legal profession.
Choicest part of the weak TV movie is production designer Howard Cummings’ imaginative use of L.A. locales. Jeffrey Jur’s camera work shows creative thinking.