Time: 98 mins.
A film that's as empty and aimless as its' two lead characters. It's a well-known fact that good parts are hard to come by for actresses over a certain age, which is why I was left wondering what two very accomplished actresses saw in this lackluster, unfunny, routine, reunion "comedy." While speculating what the future would hold for a pair of hardcore rock-n-roll groupies is an interesting concept, the reality is less entertaining and more painful than an episode of VH1's "Where Are They Now?" In the case of Suzette (Hawn) and Lavinnia (Sarandon), the former is still holding on to her rock-n-roll roots by her fingernails, while the latter has buried hers under family values and the suburban American dream. Despite the utter outrageousness of her character, Hawn's future as a bartender still working on the Sunset Strip is far more believable than Sarandon's buttoned up, morally rigid mother of two who turns the music down. Are we really supposed to believe that a woman who took Polaroid of the genitalia of her famous rock star lovers would turn into such an uptight bitch? Please, age doesn't change the music you listen to, just how loud you listen to it.
Any mother would draw the line at allowing their daughters to indulge in drugs and promiscuous sex, but one who lived through it herself would certainly be more open-minded and thoughtful about such occurrences, no matter how many years had gone by. Sarandon's attempt to reconnect to her true self is at the heart of this story, which is why the film never gets off the ground. She keeps her past a secret and her inner child bottled up for 20 years and is suddenly freed after one night of partying with Suzette? Give me a break. If it only took a few hours of dancing and some liquor to loosen the floodgates the door to her wild side would never have closed at all. I guess we're just supposed to accept that motherhood and marriage to a conservative lawyer sucked the rock-n-roll right out of her soul since those are the only reasons the film gives us for her radical lifestyle change. Responsibility does not necessarily have to equal repression, but that's the only story being sold here.