This Henry Jaglom film serves absolutely no purpose other than for Orson Welles to do some phony magic tricks with the help of the movie camera and play good witch to Tuesday Weld who lives in a weird fantasy world. The soundtrack interrupts the minimal dialog with a bunch of old songs throughout (a few repeated several times), and then Jack Nicholson pops up here and there as one of the men whom Weld is dating while having weird little girl fantasies.
Nothing about this makes any sense, but there's some enjoyable Central Park locations that shows the cuddly Welles with Weld leaning on his shoulder. Welles has a weird cartoonish accent, Nicholson is completely wasted, and leading lady Weld seems to be playing a role with absolutely no depth. Gwen Welles (no relationship to Orson) gets special billing for no purpose. Only recommended for Jaglom fans, and many of them will most likely be perplexed by this odd experiment.
Nothing about this makes any sense, but there's some enjoyable Central Park locations that shows the cuddly Welles with Weld leaning on his shoulder. Welles has a weird cartoonish accent, Nicholson is completely wasted, and leading lady Weld seems to be playing a role with absolutely no depth. Gwen Welles (no relationship to Orson) gets special billing for no purpose. Only recommended for Jaglom fans, and many of them will most likely be perplexed by this odd experiment.