This story tells about a different romance and drama that Ruth Duffy has in her life. That story began with Ruth, where she earned an assistant salary at an expensive school for girls in Manhattan and was able to overcome material and moral problems. Things change when a man named Jonny Collins appears in local jobs near the Throgs Neck Bridge in Bronx. Things may change for both of them as they start a new romantic relationship as John sneaks into Ruth's life suddenly.
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.
