A treble class modern weepie. While Hoffman and Streep penetrate to terms with divorce and battle as surplus who gets the brat, Benton forsakes the individual and original delights of his earlier films (Disappointing Company, The Late Show) and turns in a decidedly solid and excellent domestic melodrama, helped no end by some to a great extent fine naturalistic performances. As testy and as unremarkable as your average Truffaut layer, and as ambivalent in its procreative politics.