"In the age of free love, everything has a price."

A tear-jerky, pseudo-feminist melodrama about "ordinary people" (I.e. bored rich socialites in Liberty City) having cowardly affairs, doing coke in disco boots, getting divorced and fighting for custody of their over-privileged, one-dimensional children in the 1970s. •An American Divorce" won lots of awards because it captured the zeitgeist of a decade that completely threw in the towel on moral responsibility and musical taste. After an hour and a half of watching upper-middleclass white people with enormous afros weep in Algonquin cafes and spurting mawkish dialogue like "But my kids are my life!" and "It's time I did something for myself!" , the inevitable happy ending can't come fast enough. We won't ruin it for you, but everyone dies, thank God.