Rocky Road

Cunningham tackles a complicated subject, rejecting the stridency favored by filmmakers of the Spike Lee persuasion in favor of a more even-handed tone.

A classic case of good intentions and bad filmmaking.

With awkward acting, plotting and direction, this is no "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner," "Jungle Fever" or "One Potato, Two Potato."

This perky would-be consciousness-raiser dilutes a potentially interesting subject -- interracial marriage -- with half-baked platitudes, self-conscious acting, and a plot trite enough to be rejected by the PAX channel.

The whole business has a breathless, determined, student-film quality that makes it especially hard to watch. Mr. Cunningham and his cast are clearly trying to do something they feel is important, and there is no pleasure in watching them do it so ineptly.