Time Out saysA working woman's fantasy, mixing cute in both the business acumen and coochy-coo varieties. Keaton (uneasily neurotic and capable), a thrusting NY advertising exec, inherits a relative's toddler, and is forced suddenly into a crash course in adoption, diapers, child-care, and a re-examination of her own feelings. Puritan would-be adopters present a fearsome option; her lover (Ramis) finds the disruption unacceptable and leaves; her boss (Wanamaker) forgets a partnership offer. What's a wealthy single parent to do? Take the tiny tot to leafy upstate Smallsville, and make with the chequered aprons and homemade victuals. It's played like a '40s comedy; heartwarming, sentimental, simplistic. Sickeningly calculated.