... another movie in which white people are shown to be uptight, twisted amoral morons needing a 'natural force' to show them the error of their ways. In this case, though, it's not Whoopi Goldberg, it's Goldie Hawn who breezes into town (Phoenix, in this case), teaches everyone who their true self is (in less than 24 hours - quite a trick!), and breezes out again. It's an old story (these days), and not very well told.
The only real character (despite the title) is Goldie Hawn's Suzette. Nobody else really gets to enunciate what the heck is wrong with them (though they all know it, which is quite a trick in itself), or gets to say anything interesting at all. So what we're left with is Goldie Hawn and a bunch of cardboard cutouts of unhappy people whose problems are so skin-deep that they can be solved more or less instantaneously (heck, even the guy with father issues, who intends to shoot himself over his father's grave is cured with the equivalent of "snap out of it" and a little -- very little -- sex.)
So give this one a pass; it ain't worth your time. 2/10
The only real character (despite the title) is Goldie Hawn's Suzette. Nobody else really gets to enunciate what the heck is wrong with them (though they all know it, which is quite a trick in itself), or gets to say anything interesting at all. So what we're left with is Goldie Hawn and a bunch of cardboard cutouts of unhappy people whose problems are so skin-deep that they can be solved more or less instantaneously (heck, even the guy with father issues, who intends to shoot himself over his father's grave is cured with the equivalent of "snap out of it" and a little -- very little -- sex.)
So give this one a pass; it ain't worth your time. 2/10