Poorly acted, semi-coherent, badly shot, shoddily-scored, lame ripoff of "The Graduate" with not one iota of the skill and talent that went into the film it shamelessly cribs from. Plot: Hip, trendy TV commercial director sleeps with a lot of women, has problems, wanders around the Bowery, steps over drunks passed out on the sidewalk, has life-changing revelation (he loves his girlfriend), runs around New York City a lot, finds girlfriend, the end. TV Guide's review of this film said that it was made to lose money as a tax-shelter for its investors. That actually makes sense, because seeing how 12th-rate this film is in every conceivable manner, it couldn't possibly have been made with the idea of making money. The "acting" is overwrought and so over the top that it doesn't seem like the actors had any direction at all and just winged it. The score is a cheesy--and as far as I could tell, uncredited--version of "MacArthur Park" that sounds like it was recorded by a Vegas lounge band. The camera-work is awful--fuzzy, often out-of-focus and lingering way too long on headache-inducing close-ups of unattractive lead Peter Kastner--the sound is tinny, even the end credits are so "arty" they're virtually unreadable.

There's one scene near the end of the film when Kastner is trying to stop his girlfriend from leaving on a ship going to Europe, and when he gets to the dock the boat is gone and he shouts to a guard, "Where's the boat?" and the guard replies, "You missed it". That, more than anything else, describes this movie--it misses the boat by a mile.