A pleasant reminder that our Hollywood idols were all too mortal, with the added surprise that the often foul-mouthed Miss Francis was by far the most demure of these befuddled thesps. Miss Davis gives us the very edge of an F-bomb, and the future Mrs. Reagan I has a moment or two. And, of course, this being Warner's, it's a cavalcade of characters, mostly in the house urban-prole mode.
I somehow can't imagine a Breakdowns of 2009 being nearly as amusing, but that's just me. Or perhaps just because it would likely feature rather more literal breakdowns.