It's based on a melodramatic novel by Danielle Steel. The syrupy title song is performed by the mushy Australian group Air Supply. This schlocky low-budget weeper has virtually no redeeming value, in fact, aside from an attractive wardrobe sported by leading lady Cheryl Ladd. She plays a boutique owner in Sydney who's married to a struggling writer, Robert Coleby. When Ladd is out of town on a buying trip, Coleby is seduced by an outrageously aggressive woman, Christine Amor, who later charges him with rape. Coleby ends up with an eight-year prison sentence. Can Cheryl stand the separation? Can Robert stand the taunts and blows of his fellow inmates? Why did Ladd have to go to Australia to make a movie and then make this one? Though Ladd projects all sorts of sincerity, crinkled noses and moans of "Oh, God" do not a dramatic actress make. Director Adrian Carr has not done much to lend credibility to the project, either. If nothing else, this film proves they make mistakes Down Under too. (R)
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