The comic strain is not such as to make one laugh; it's actually rather limp. The irony in it plays well, though, and the situations draw one in. Susan Lynch, who to me is not especially beautiful or funny, is one of the two. She's better looking in photographs than the way she's photographed in this movie. It's hard for her to give us that Eve Arden edge. The other is the attractive Rachel Weisz, playing it more in the Monroe vein and having an easier time doing it. Her hair is bleached for the part. The brutes are hardly worth mentioning, but one of them has a brother played by Maurice RoŽves, who stands out.
The direction is such that it seems as if everyone is trying too hard, with one major exception. There is a dog named Pluto whose performance is superior. Several indignities, one of a serious sort, are visited upon this friendly and loyal animal, but he or she rises above them all, overcoming the director's failings. The director, Bill Eagles, works steadily. He has 43 other credits, all of which are TV work.