There are a few good laughs in this rather muffled comedy of marital discord, most of them provided by the interplay between Goldie Hawn and Burt Reynolds as two live-together screenwriters who decide on (his) impulse to get married. A honeymoon spent at her and his parents' homes - his mother tucks him up in a single bed at night and asks him if he'd like her to leave the light on - is such a total disaster that it seems the marriage is wrecked. Finally torrential storms wreck their apartment and wash away his car. 'That's not fair' wails Reynolds. 'That's heaven relieving itself on my bed'. What else can happen? Only a contrived happy ending, that's what. Take this one for better or worse, like Burt and Goldie's marriage.
