this film is maddening. for a satirist, mazursky is awfully ambivalent towards a rich white woman who seems to work whenever she feels like it, can get lunch with the girls, and still has her posh apartment. i've never gotten on board with this revisionist impulse to label mazursky a great filmmaker.
This is like "Scenes from a Marriage" lite, the dumbed-down wanna be Woody Allen version. I think Jill Clayburgh plays an interesting character, a little bit annoying but also a little bit spontaneous: THAT was a surprise. I liked this movie only when she was suffering, it got too "uplifting" at one point.