Robert Young (no relation) gives on e of the most unimaginative directing efforts in the history of cinema. Fawcett is marvelous, and Woodard and Scarwid give her ample support, but they are undermined totally by all the directorial and production-related aspects. I loved this on the stage, and a bootlegged videotape of the production I saw would be infinitely superior to this. This is a movie that needed a female director and didn't get one.