This eminently watchable misfire divides amateur and professional critics alike. The adaptation by Gore Vidal from Chayefsky's brilliant teleplay concerns a poor Bronx husband and wife wrangling over expenses for their beloved daughter's wedding. Following his triumph in another Chayefsky teleplay-to-screenplay effort, MARTY, the previous year, Borgnine acquits himself honorably as an Irish taxi driver. Davis indeed wrestles with the accent, but she's a mistress at tortured regret getting its own way; even stuck with the rattiest wiglet in showbiz history, when Davis
cries on her bed, all our reservations melt away. Reynolds is very touching; it's quite nice to see ...