The title refers to that moment of truth when two friendly rivals, female, went their separate ways one into the Ballet, the other into the Bourgeoisie. Now, when it's too late to change, each is looking enviously at the other and wondering whether she didn't make the wrong choice. The issue is not complicated by any capricious or cruel twists of fate, for both women have succeeded wonderfully well in their chosen fields. And after a great deal of careful, explanatory dialogue, the movie comes to the diplomatic conclusion that they both did right by themselves. This is a wholesome, middlebrow movie, laced with numerous snatches of excellent dancing to give it the edifying air of a "television special." The reverence shown for the art of dance unhappily doesn't carry over to the art of movies, however. The filming of the dance numbers themselves is pretty erratic, and aside from that, there are a couple of truly terrible visual stretches: a falling-in-love episode done as a hallucinatory pas-de-deux dissolving into a flowery bedroom scene; a comedy-relief episode in which a sulky ballerina boozes it up with two rednecks and then goes onstage behaving like Barbra Streisand. With Shirley MacLaine, Anne Bancroft, Tom Skerritt, Leslie Browne, and Mikhail Baryshnikov; written by Arthur Laurents; directed by Herbert Ross. (1977) — Duncan Shepherd