In the 1976 cross-country race film The Gumball Rally, the late, great Raul Julia rips off his rearview mirror and tosses it over his shoulder, saying “What’s behind me is not important.”
How can you go wrong with a smart, sexy, funny, uncompromisingly feminist, just-insecure-enough-to-make-you-relate-to-her journalist-turned-sleuth with a cat named Louise Bryant and a neighbor who hallucinates transvestite orgies?