A moderately entertaining film, but no screen magic from Robert Redford and Jane Fonda. The pic is overlong, talky and diffused.

Beguilingly sharp at first, but the later stages, with Fonda's toughie reporter tagging along for a story but going all mushy inside, wallow in sentimentality about integrity, ecology and all that jazz.

At this point, I think it's reasonably safe to say that The Electric Horseman is the best American romantic comedy of 1979.

The unseen star of the entire enterprise is director Sydney Pollock who keeps the film at a galloping pace, entertaining us all the way to the realistic ending.