My wife Claire and I view this timeless masterwork of comedic brilliance whenever the insipid offerings of current "premium" channels become too much to bear (could "Dirty Dancing" please self-immolate?) Granted, our common last name did play a role in the desire to see the film initially, but I am gratified to see the other reviewers agree that this is an excruciatingly funny film, regardless of their respective last names. For 28 years, whenever I want to smile, I think of Jack Warden walking into Bergdorfs knocking those perfume bottles all over the place with those "goddamn wool knits". Bravo, Mr. Fine, bravo!
Review of So Fine
