After discovering that comic David Steinberg—heretofore mostly seen behind Johnny Carson's desk—has legs, there's not much else to stick around for. Steinberg, playing a New York movie theater owner, falls in love with Susan (Pretty Baby) Sarandon, a magazine writer, in the first five minutes of this "old-fashioned, romantic comedy" (no kidding, that's how it's billed). But the only things that are old-fashioned are corny flashback sequences and bad transitions. The acting is barely adequate and the direction, by first-timer David Helpern Jr., is the pits. While Marilyn Sokol is funny as Sarandon's gossipy, man-hungry confidante, Susan and Steinberg have nothing to say to each other. Their 90 minutes of kissing and cab-hailing is only occasionally interrupted by her declarations about "needing my own space." "She talks so much about space, you'd think she was an astronaut," quips Steinberg. That is the movie's one good line. Don't buy the large popcorn uniess you plan to finish it at home. (PG)
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