Stars: Richard Dreyfuss, Marsha Mason, Quinn Cummings, Paul Benedictn, Barbara Rhoades
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Rating: PG (Parental Guidance Suggested)
Runtime: 112 minutes
More than a quarter-century after Herbert Ross directed Richard Dreyfuss to an Oscar and made an indelible cinematic impression out of Neil Simon's The Goodbye Girl, a 2004 television remake starring Jeff Daniels and Patricia Heaton proved winning and funny in its own way. Daniels plays Elliot, an actor who subleases a New York City apartment already occupied by a dancer and single mom, Paula (Heaton), and her daughter (Hallie Kate Eisenberg). Focused on his stagecraft, Elliot is irked about sharing housing with strangers, and while Paula feels the same (to great comic effect), both come to lean on and finally love one another over time. The underrated Daniels is very good here, nuanced and thoughtful, and his work performing (as Elliot) in a stage production of Richard III is quite entertaining. Heaton is equally strong and frequently stirring; anyone with doubts about this film's casting will quickly forget them. --Tom Keogh
You got problems? Take it up with the housing authority.
Don't hang up. Please, don't hang up. I don't have any more change, I'm soaked to the bone, and I have a very low threshold for disease. Look, I don't know what Tony told you, but he's got my money, I got a lease, and you've got the apartment. One of us got screwed. Let me rephrase that. We have to talk this out, and I am in no condition, financial or health-wise, to look for a hotel in the pouring rain. If there's any such thing as the 78th-street flu, I think I've got it.
Why don't you take a shot at a convenient place?
Five minutes. That's all I'm asking. What is it? In about 30 seconds, we're going to get cut off. My number is 873-5261, it's a flooded booth on Amsterdam Avenue. If you have any compassion in your heart whatsoever... I'm trying to work it out, operator. Any compassion in your heart whatsoever, you'll call me at 873-5261. That number again is 873-52... oh, shit.
I play the guitar whenever I cannot sleep, and I meditate every morning, complete with chanting and burning incense, so if you have to walk around I'd appreciate a little tiptoeing. Also: I sleep in the nude. "Au buffo." Winter and summer, rain or snow, with the windows open. And because I may have to go to the potty or to the fridge in the middle of the night, and because I do not want to put on jammies which I do not own in the first place, unless you're looking for a quick thrill or your daughter an advanced education I'd keep my door closed.
Miss McFadden, today I begin rehearsals for my first New York play. It will be the most important day of my life. Am I nervous? No, I am not nervous. For I have meditated. I am relaxed. I am calm. I am confident. You, on the other hand, have not meditated, and therefore you are a pain in the ass.
Despite the fact that you're one large pain in the arse last night was the best thing that ever happened to me, girl wise, and if you weren't behaving like such a horses rectum you would know that we could be inside touching and fondling all day long until I've got to go to rehearsal. Personally madam, I think you blew it.
Out of where? Out of my rented apartment that Im letting you stay in out of the goodness of my heart? I will bring home anyone or anything I chose including a one-eyed Episcopalian Kangaroo if that happens to be kinky inclination. As for what is going in there, we are rehearsing a scene from Act 1 Richard lll. I happen to have a cretin from Mars directing this and I need all the help I can get. However, If I do attempt to have carnal knowledge of that gorgeous bod that'll her option, my problem, and none of your business. Just for the record what do think little Lucy's impression of what was going in mama's bedroom with Tony "Love Em" and "Leave Em" Deforest, huh? Hey Mac why don't turn off some these were running up a heck of bill.
Everyone's not after your magnificent bod. First of all, it's not so magnificent. I mean, it's fair, but it's not keeping me up nights, you know? I don't even think you're very pretty. Maybe if you smiled once in a while you'd be okay, but I don't want you to do anything against your religion.