Loving Couples (1980 film)

Plot

The plot offers a comic spin on adultery. When Greg crashes his sports car, doctor Evelyn comes to his rescue, and the two soon are engaged in an affair. Evelyn's workaholic husband learns about it from Greg's live-in girlfriend, scatterbrained television weather girl Stephanie, and the two begin to engage in a dalliance of their own. Complications arise when the two couples plan a clandestine weekend getaway at the same Acapulco resort.

Principal cast

Soundtrack

A soundtrack to the movie was released on Motown Records featuring new music from The Temptations, Syreeta, and Billy Preston. Also featured the song "Bass Odyssey" by Jermaine Jackson from his 1976 album My Name Is Jermaine.

SIDE ONE

1. Take Me Away (The Temptations)(written by Fred Karlin and Dean Pitchford)
2. And So It Begins (Instrumental Version)(written by Fred Karlin)
3. Turn Up the Music (Syreeta)(written by Fred Karlin and Dean Pitchford)
4. I'll Make It With Your Love (Billy Preston)(written by Fred Karlin and Norman Gimbel)

SIDE TWO

1. And So It Begins (Syreeta)(written by Fred Karlin and Norman Gimbel)
2. I'll Make It With Your Love (Instrumental Version)(written by Fred Karlin)
3. There's More Where That Came From (The Temptations)(written by Fred Karlin and Dean Pitchford)
4. Bass Odyssey (Jermaine Jackson)(written by Greg Wright)

All songs were produced by Teddy Randazzo, except for "Bass Odyssey" which was produced by Greg Wright. Also Karlin himself produced the instrumental versions of "And So It Begins" and "I'll Make It With Your Love".

Critical reception

In her review in The New York Times, Janet Maslin called the film "a flat, lifeless movie . . . about as uneventful and unromantic as a romantic comedy can be" and added, "it never creates the impression that any of the lovers much care about one another, or even that they're people at all."

Roger Ebert of the Chicago Sun-Times called it "a dumb remake of a very old idea that has been done so much better so many times before, that this version is wretchedly unnecessary . . . the whole project smells like high-gloss sitcom."

Variety opined, "Direction by Jack Smight is assured and never lags. MacLaine is in top form, sassy and sweet in turn. Coburn delivers a casually effective light comedy performance. Sarandon is topnotch."

Time Out New York says it "subscribes to conventions as old as the hills and twice as rocky, burying any hints of feminist awareness beneath the routines of macho courtship. Faced with direction paced at a lethargic crawl and dialogue of inconceivable banality, the cast respond with performances of glazed charm."