One of the most spectacularly bizarre films out there.
Travolta's sexual identity may have been unclear to audiences back in 1978, but was Lily Tomlin **ever** a plausible cougar?
The epic lack of chemistry veers into the truly creepy when the idea hits you--and I think it hits everyone within the first 15 minutes of the film--that they are far more plausibly mother/son or brother/sister than the alleged strangers the movies wants us to take them for.
That Jane Wagner should have been involved just makes the whole thing surreal--perhaps this is the other half of some Faustian bargain that Jane & Lily made in exchange for a life of brilliant creative collaboration?
I like the article's statement that 'Moment by Moment' is "a movie that literally does nothing right, one so bizarrely off that it borders on avant-garde." I would love to learn that the project was some profoundly insightful surrealist farce or, as Eric suggests, a meta-joke delivered in a profoundly deadpan style--like one of those incredibly uncomfortable Andy Kaufman nightclub performances.
I've read that Tomlin squashed any idea of releasing the film on VHS/DVD etc. due to her deep mortification about what an epic mistake the project was, suggesting that there probably are no deeper layers--just a tragic mistake by one of our most brilliant performers.
You think, what do you want?
You think, make a decision...