Baseshment I like movies that are aware of what they are selling... without [any] greater aspirations than to make people laugh and that's it.

Kailansorac Clever, believable, and super fun to watch. It totally has replay value.

Aiden Melton The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.

Ella-May O'Brien Each character in this movie — down to the smallest one — is an individual rather than a type, prone to spontaneous changes of mood and sometimes amusing outbursts of pettiness or ill humor.

janelyrics I luvd this movie!..the only thing i hate is that i can't seem to find it anywhere on DVD to put in my collection!..This movie i give a ten on a scale of 1 to 10!..its a movie you want to watch on repeat!..JOhn Travolta and Lilly Tomlin are simply awesome in this...who would have thought of those two making a perfect match..but they do...from the music when it first comes on to the story line and throughout..total romance without a doubt...My favorite line that John Travolta says is What a world!..boy that's the truth..and they are just so innocent in this..and is what it should be..and more...Please i want to encourage everyone that has any romantic sense about them to watch this............I've heard the word corny when some have spoken of this movie..i don't see it that way at all.............

blanche-2 I have no idea why this movie was made or who came up with this preposterous casting.I've decided it was some sort of an inside joke cooked up by Robert Stigwood, who had no taste. None.Lily Tomlin, her spouse Jane Wagner, and John Travolta are all huge talents. Tomlin has proved herself over the years to be a fabulous comedienne and a fine dramatic actress. Wagner is a brilliant writer. John Travolta has acting ability, charm, and charisma to spare. But Tomlin is woefully miscast as a rich Malibu housewife, John Travolta's name in the film is Strip, and the script is terrible.I think a couple of things. First of all, I think Travolta, Tomlin, Wagner, and Stigwood were all friends. If you look at Stigwood's resume, he was known way back when for taking untalented people and making them stars. The stardom never lasted, but the man could obviously sell ice to Eskimos. He thought he could make a hit movie with a hot star like John Travolta, no matter that the script was bad and his costar was miscast. When in doubt, overhype. Tomlin probably wanted to try something different, and Wagner accommodated her. However, neither were in their milieu. The result: a disaster that hurt John Travolta's career. Fortunately, he recovered.For "so bad it's good movies," this one beats Monsignor, Valley of the Dolls, The Big Cube, The Oscar, and Bittersweet Love.

Allexander Lyons In 1978, John Travolta and Lily Tomlin were both riding high off major successes: Travolta with the back-to-back megahits Saturday Night Fever and Grease and Tomlin with an Oscar win for Nashville. Travolta soon expressed an interest in working with Tomlin and it was decided that they would make a movie together. After all, a collaboration between two respected and successful actors should've been a slam dunk, right?Sadly that was not the case."Moment By Moment" instead became a rare epic misfire for Tomlin and sadly the first of many for Travolta. It proved to be such an embarrassment to all involved that to this day it has not seen a DVD release and MST3K was forbidden from featuring it on their show. Everything about this movie is just plain wrong.Starting with the cast, the chemistry between Tomlin and Travolta is non-existent. It doesn't help that both actors have been followed by gay rumors their entire careers. Tomlin's lesbian lover even wrote and directed this thing. Adding to the void of chemistry is the fact that the leads look alike with matching haircuts to boot. It gives their relationship a creepy mother-son vibe due to the age difference and the way they act toward each other does little to dispel this. Tomlin makes several motherly gestures and at one point before they "make love," Travolta puts his head in her lap and says, "Don't leave me." I almost expected his next line to be "Tell me a story, Mommy." If the mother-son angle weren't disturbing enough, the script paints Strip (yes, that's Travolta's character's actual name) as an unrelenting stalker, repeatedly following Tomlin's character, Trish, around and showing up at her house announced despite receiving several dirty looks and being told to go away. Once Trish unconvincingly comes around, she treats like him dirt, not saying the "L" word and acting ashamed of him in public and he still comes back to her every time.When Trish and Strip are not in the throes of sterile passion, they also act strangely. In addition to stalking, Strip spends the first quarter of the film acting like a hyperactive 5-year-old on a sugar high, babbling uncontrollably about utter nonsense. It is later revealed that his drifter status can be attributed to… wait for it… his parents forgetting his birthday. Two years in a ROW, mind you. Trish gets her own surreal moments, offering Strip a joint while naked in a hot tub and weeping over the undetermined fate of her ex-husband's pool filter. Her annoyance toward him also vanishes overnight after they consummate their union and they both quickly transform into lovesick fools.The overall plot doesn't make much more sense either. Sure, May-December romances do exist but this one is just a little too far-fetched. Strip is a nomad with no prospects and shady friends and Trish, while wealthy, is no great beauty. Usually people like Strip who seek out these kinds of relationships are con-artists, a fact that Trish even lampshades.Also numerous subplots are introduced and are either resolved offscreen or dropped completely. The most glaring examples are the unseen character of Greg, who supplies Strip with drugs, gets arrested, bailed out of jail and murdered, all offscreen and the identification of one of Trish's affluent friends as his killer which nobody does anything about. As mentioned before, Trish wonders if Strip is only after her money but this is never really explored. Trish is tormented by an ex-husband and consoled by a best friend who show up for a few minutes and don't really do anything important. The real kicker is the ending, where Trish and Strip decide to reconcile because… the plot demands it, I guess.The funniest part of it all is with the dangling subplots, bad acting, surreal dialogue, glacial pacing, limited sets and pointless characters, this movie almost comes off like a big-budget re-imagining of "The Room." All they needed was to have Trish's mother show up and casually announce she has breast cancer and screenwriter Jane Wagner could've sued Tommy Wiseau for plagiarism. At least the directing and editing are slightly more competent.Fortunately, both actors would recover from this fiasco. Tomlin learned her lesson and made a return to comedic form in "9 to 5," and Travolta would come back too, though it took a few more years for him. However, if you're looking for a bad Travolta film to laugh at, I would suggest "Battlefield Earth" as this movie, while having a few unintentionally funny moments, is rather slow and boring. See it once mostly for the curiosity factor.

Payne722 Saw this last night in high-def which only made its flaws that much clearer. Poor John Travolta tries his best, even puts a sunny spin on some of his insipid lines. Lily Tomlin acts like she's in a tranquilizer-induced daze throughout. But what are they supposed to do? I blame this train-wreck on Jane Wagner, who not only wrote this hair-brained cougar wet dream but also directed (essentially a gender-reversed remake of the early '70s William Holden flick, "Breezy") with all the finesse and emotional depth of an Adam Sandler movie. I love unintentionally funny and this film does have its moments, like the classic 'Are you a member of the automobile club' line, the flashes of Gucci and Hermes signs as Lily sleepwalks through the Rodeo Drive opening credits, the tear-jerking forgotten birthday storyline, and that damned address book that just keeps turning up missing. And John strutting around in those black bikini underwear? One reviewer on this site blathered on about his gorgeous physique. I mean, seriously? Zero muscle mass, hair everywhere, distressingly apelike jawline. I watched, thinking that by today's standards he'd be lucky to be cast as Borat's gangly little sister from Kazakhstan. Lily comes off as more physically attractive in this movie which basically says it all. The two of them, stuck on celluloid forever, made up like raven-headed twins, forced to exchange endless, supposedly meaningful glances, the vagrant man-child and the icy socialite with everything but a penis of her own to love. That anyone involved with this ham-fisted clunker thought, even back then, that anything about this was provocative is more unintentionally funny than the movie itself. No, it doesn't score high on my so-bad-it's-good list but it is worth a look once, mostly to understand that occasionally, even back in the day, major studios could release movies as banal and lifeless as the ones they churn out regularly today.