Unutterably tedious comic proposition to do with a Wall Street hoax in which a female financial wiz, in order to get her independent investment firm over the hump and off the ground, invents a fictitious male partner -- one Robert Cutty, whose surname is stolen off a bottle of Scotch on the spur of the moment -- more acceptable to the Old Boys Network. Some of the tedium comes from the mere presence, the mere sight, of Whoopi Goldberg in the leading role; and a little of the tedium comes from the Mr. Doubtfire makeover -- a foam-rubber Ben Franklin mask with a fuller head of hair -- which we are expected to believe is within the cosmetic capabilities of every stereotyped homosexual buddy/neighbor/bit-player. But more, most, too much, of the tedium comes from, or inheres in, the Wall Street milieu. The heroine's brilliance is, and perhaps must be, strictly a matter of say-so. And say-so is not cinema. With Dianne Wiest, Bebe Neuwirth, Tim Daly, Eli Wallach; directed by Donald Petrie. (1996) — Duncan Shepherd