Classic tear jerker film, the interesting thing being that the lead is a schizo/genius and played by the charismatic Mr Crowe. Has some unusual plot devices (for it's time, although these plot devices have now become common).

The romantic relationship lacks credibility as Crowe and Connelly just don't seem to 'click' and for me, this lets the whole movie down. Highly watchable, like a lot of Ron Howard films, but, like a lot of Ron Howard films, you feel like you're having obvious emotional buttons pushed when you have to get your hankie out to wipe your tears away, sob, ugh.