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This story tells about the life of love and money in New York City. When Ruth Duffy was working at an expensive school for girls in Manhattan, she got a good salary and managed to overcome the many problems in her life. The appearance of Jonny Collins in her life may be surprising as things change. Johnny was working in a job near the Throgs Neck bridge in Bronx but he managed to sneak into Roth's heart to get love and win again.
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.
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.
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.
"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.