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It's the story of love and merit in New York City. That story began with that girl named Ruth Duffy. Ruth was getting a good salary at an expensive school for girls in Manhattan where things changed completely and she managed to overcome problems in her life. Things seem to change in Ruth's life after Jonny Collins appeared. Joni was working in a job near the Throgs Neck Bridge in Bronx. After many years, John managed to sneak into Ruth's heart for love and profit.
It's a hodgepodge; a love story, a heist movie, social satire. Yet none of them work. The love story is creepy at times. The heist isn't that exciting and has very low stakes. And the social satire has no bite.
"Write When You Get Work" doesn't work. Not as a romance, not as a Robin Hood-tinged caper flick, not as a social commentary on racial inequity or classism, and not as a male-buddy picture.
There are some interesting things going on, and some insight into New York's economic hierarchy, but the film veers off into a hard-to-believe crime heist, and, ultimately, none of it really hangs together.
Neither remotely credible nor more than minimally entertaining, Stacy Cochran's New York City romance, "Write When You Get Work," presents rich folk as gullible idiots and blue-collar crooks as heroes.