93 minute running time, so the perfect length … Amy Irving and her cheekbones and 80s hair, channeling Barbara Hershey from Hannah and Her Sisters (1986) … David Pierce, Fraser’s gay little brother, actually name-checks Annie Hall in one scene … New York City looks as diverse and dirty as ever in the late 1980s … there’s a great scene where an old woman breaks into song with “Some Enchanted Evening” (Hammerstein) in a deli and the customers just sort of take it in stride and enjoy it (though Amy herself is deeply affected by it: “Once you have found him, never let him go.”)

This is a very Jewish movie (directed by Joan Micklin Silver, written by Susan Sandler), though Amy Irving was raised Christian Scientist and Peter Riegert comes from a non-observant Jewish family. It’s also clear that Silver loves the city.

There are cute bits, funny bits, some good writing, but ultimately this movie reflects the confused state of feminism by the late 80s… 33-year-old Amy is single and has a job (at a bookstore, of course) and occasional casual sex with a tall, bearded, married man, but she looks longingly at a baby boy at a bris and [spoilers] ultimately accepts the matchmaking arrangement of her Bubbie with a pickle man and his pickle. What are we supposed to make of this?

It’s a deeply traditional, conventional message in the end. It wasn’t terrible, but I can’t recommend it.