Self-obsessed tedium of thespo lovey spouting melodramatic drivelling monologues is presumably par for the course with a film centred around a neurotic has-been stage actress. Aside from that, the sub-plots, particularly the relationship between the young academic woman and the play's director, and her assistance in his quest for long-lost script, are far more engaging than the main plot. The tender tension of their relationship and the director's (almost) single-minded drive for literary holy grail salvage an otherwise disappointing film.
Review of Who Knows?
