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"But this is 1979!" characters in "Nothing Personal" keep saying. This fact seems to spoil everything the movie wants to do.
The heroine says it when there's a knock at the hotel door, and the hero suggests that she hide. Oh yes. Nobody cares who occupies hotel rooms with whom any more, do they? The students at a university say it when expected to take a stand on anything. Oh, yes. This is the class that prefers to study, isn't it?
Given these observations, perhaps it isn't the time to make a movie about sexual blackmail and diehard activists. Plodding right along, however, this film has Donald Sutherland as a law professor who gets so mad when a student tells him that baby seals are being clubbed that he runs right off to Washington, and into the arms of Suzanne Somers as a garbage-mouthed lawyer, and their activities are duly recorded by a big nasty corporation that threatens them with photos.
Even the villainy has to be abandoned. The corporation -- "Big corporations don't have any morality at all" is the key line here, a low point for dopey liberalism -- has forgotten that in 1979, nobody's going to care if two unmarried people are sleeping together.
And so it goes. Now that the picture is being released, it's one more year later, and even harder to believe that a small college would sponsor one professor's undirected and quixotic attack on "Washington" and that a Harvard Law School graduate named -- ready? -- Abigail Adams would not have heard of "Dress for Success" and would therefore have to tell her client that she doesn't wear underwear, as if we couldn't see that for ourselves.
But as we say in 1980: Who cares?