Like my life, unremittingly bleak with occasional bursts of euphoria where I pretend to be a horse and trot around jumping over obstacles in the garden. Imagine an A list star doing something like this now? The 70's were a golden era of introspection. Marvin Hamlisch should be shot for this soundtrack, instead he's sitting by a pool and I'm stuck here writing a review maybe one person will like. (Cue music).