Tempest (1982)

Trapped in a life that he despises, a well known New York architect (John Cassavetes) sets off on a quest to find himself. Leaving his wife (Gena Rowlands) who's having an affair and taking his daughter (Molly Ringwald in her film debut) with him, he sets off to Greece. Inspired by the play THE TEMPEST by William Shakespeare and directed by Paul Mazursky (BOB & CAROL & TED & ALICE). A misfire. I run hot and cold with Mazursky as a filmmaker. When he's on point, he's wonderful but he's directed more duds than good movies. The film (justifiably) received poor reviews and it tanked at the box office. The film is needlessly overlong at two and a half hours and needed some editing shears taken to it. For example: there's a scene with Raul Julia as a creepy lech lusting after a 15 year old Ringwald dancing with his goats to New York New York sung by Liza Minnelli but it has nothing to do with the narrative and just takes up time. Cassavetes' neurotic and narcissistic architect is an unpleasant protagonist and Mazursky's phony ending is a sop to bourgeois audiences. The film's only asset is Donald McAlpine's (MY BRILLIANT CAREER) attractive lensing of  Greece's Mani Peninsula. A pointless film. With Susan Sarandon, Vittorio Gassman, Paul Stewart, Sam Robards and Jerry Hardin.