San Diego Reader

There is no hint in the early going (neither in the title itself nor in the stagy, seemingly endless boudoir comedy between a proper Boston widow and a leery bank robber) of the form and tone which this expansive tall tale means to attain, by and by. Before you realize where the thing is headed, you have mistaken too many of its deliberate absurdities for simple stupidities. Charles Bronson, Jill Ireland; written and directed by Frank D. Gilroy. 1976.

— Duncan Shepherd

• Rated PG

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