this is often seen and reviewed as a mid-80a update to the culture shock and general societal alienation manifested in the early 60s; nope; it's mainly one of the first post women's lib male emasculation movies; short take- a couple of airhead CA types decide to sort of bail on the big bucks and the system; crossing the country in vegas the simpering, cutey-pie wife morphs into a hysteric who loses all their money at the tables; then she berates him for being mad about it, for even mentioning it; she becomes so peeved she also gets into a car and goes off with another guy; nice; but the almost eunuch pursues, is beat up by the new guy, and simmers as she laughs at her husband for his general ineptness and cowardliness with her boyfriend of the minute; now a full eunuch brooks finally gets them to nyc where he takes the same old job with a 31% salary cut, and still with the simpering wife who lost all their money; it's all brooks, which is sometimes brilliant, sometimes needing an editor; but no way it's a lighthearted long, long trailer type trials and tribulations as lucy and desi find out what's most important
Review of Lost in America
