Here the successful hyphenate (including "-husband") decides to do a play on stage and document the entire effort on film. His wife-star (another new hyphenate?), Lisa Chess, is at first doubtful, but the desire to work overcomes any reticence she may have and she agrees to it. After all, hubby Michael's directorial sense of story ensures her a high standard of drama and character realization, which can't do her career any harm. They agree on a loose adaptation of Terrence McNally's 1980s romantic comedy play, Frankie and Johnny in the Claire de Lune. Lisa suggests another actor with a declining work schedule, old friend Alan Rosenberg (L.A. Law, A Mother's Fight for Justice) for the part of Johnny. Pressman agrees, excitement builds, but now the ugly subject of financing a stage production and a documentary film comes up. The rest of the movie plays like an improv on the anxieties of stage production as it might affect a marriage between creative partners.
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So there's some promise here. But does this monster movie rise above recent crap like Anaconda or Jaws 3-D? A little. It's better than Anaconda, anyway.
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