In the grand tradition of movies like The Odd Couple, Butterflies are Free, and Barefoot in the Park comes The Owl and the Pussycat, with a mixmatched pair of roommates trying to make a go of it in a tiny New York City apartment. Like virtually all of these 1970s comedies, after frustration comes understanding -- and George Segal's failed writer combined with Barbra Streisand's fetish hooker makes for a lot of frustration indeed. After an hour of solid comedy, though, Pussycat meanders into the melodrama of a less-than-believable romance. Alas, life in the Big Apple is always complicated.