Picks and Pans Review: Solo
updated 03/18/1985 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 03/18/1985 AT 01:00 AM EST
British actress Felicity Kendal as Gemma is adorable, 30 and happy. Then she discovers that her part-time roomie and lover, Danny, has succumbed to the busty charms of her best friend. So Gemma dumps him, the best friend and her job and begins a new life, minus men. "It's your age, you know. Women start to panic once they're 30," the dumped Danny tells her. "The only reason a woman would panic when she's 30," Gemma replies, "is because she's stuck with a man who's 30 and, boy, is that a dismal scene." Solo is a modern, feminist sitcom with a sense of humor. Gemma tells her mother: "If God had been a woman, we'd be out having all the fun, and they'd be sitting at home sobbing on the telephone." She speaks to the empty half of her bed—to an imaginary Danny—and says, "For you, I could have been just like my mother, all warm and soft, wearing the proud and brave hallmarks of devotion—rough hands, sacrificial smile and stretch marks." The writing, by Carla (Butterflies) Lane, is sophisticated without being snotty, relevant but not preachy. She gives you a frank and funny picture of the trouble with romance these days. And the acting...Well, the critic may as well admit it: He's had a crush on Felicity Kendal since she appeared on American TV in the imported sitcom The Good Neighbors. She is the British Mary Tyler Moore, instantly endearing with her charm and rough-edged grace and the greatest grin ever broadcast. Watch her in Solo and see if you don't fall in love too.