More of the same. Art G goes through a series of women, all of whom are "the one." Jack N. mocks him, certain that no woman is the one. Two versions of the screwed-up male. Ends with Nicholson at a prostitute acting out an intricate "play" designed to bolster his masculinity so he can perform. The stud is borderline impotent.
I don't have a strong memory of my first impression of the movie; more, I have a memory that it was a big deal at the time for discussing sex so candidly and so non-stop. The non-stop part now wears; don't Sandy and Jonathan have anything else that they talk about, ever? I suppose that would have complicated and lengthened the movie, and it was long enough.
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