Why wasn't this called that instead of "Just My Imagination?" I can't even remember anybody in this movie imagining ANYTHING. Maybe that is just because I haven't seen this movie since it aired in 1992, which was a looooooong time ago. Nevertheless, I am still able to remember it, so I guess that means I didn't hate it. It's actually kind of a hard movie to hate. While it seemed to be trendy in 1992 to have every TV-movie be about death or destruction, along came this little movie, which centered upon a teacher (Pally Thompson, who is played by Jean Smart) in a small town, who's life is disrupted by a singer who writes a song about her.
The love and romance is actually sort of dull, but anything is better than those other TV-movies about death and diseases that they show every other week. Besides, Pally's flashbacks are precious. I particularly remember one where she was in home-ec class and the teacher was lecturing about personal grooming...and singled out poor Pally as a negative example. It kind of makes you admire the character for being able to put up with all that junk and making something successful out of her life. Anyway, Jean Smart(who tends to be in those silly, stereotypical TVM's)was actually not that bad, and such other performers as Pat Carroll and Orson Bean do very well in their roles. It's not exactally a gem of a movie, but it's a little hard to hate. I wouldn't mind watching it again, at least.