Oh man, where to start. I can barely articulate how truly bad this movie is. It's the leading contender for the worst movie Bruce Willis has ever done (that's including "Armageddon"), and it's not hard to see why director Richard Rush had a 14-year gap between this and his last film.
Sadly, a really good supporting cast of Brad Dourif, Lance Henriksen, Kevin J. O'Connor, and Leslie Ann Warren can't help "romantic leads" Willis and Jane March, who are like zombies going through barely comprehensible dialogue and, for reasons unknown, having something resembling a vague simulation of what might be confused for a relationship--I mean, you know, if you were on drugs or something.
Oh, they're in love? We're supposed to know that how? Because they crashed into each other "accidentally" and both look good and steamy with their clothes off? Sorry, but blatant sexuality does not a success in chemistry make.
Gosh, I wonder why Jane March never became a substantial leading lady of film.
Possibly the worst "comic relief" ever in a movie comes in the form of the usually enjoyable Ruben Blades, who is seriously Mexican-ing here. His "funny dialogue" makes half the movie unbearable to listen to. Oh, and there are enough threads left hanging in the "plot" to weave a throw rug that could cover Los Angeles.
And what the heck is the deal with this random title? They must have picked it out of hat labeled "stupid movie titles".
I give it a generous 2/10 stars, if only to show some love to wasted ensemble supporting cast comprising Willis's therapy group. Oh yeah, I see the irony alright. Ack! Stupid, stupid, stupid movie.
Sadly, a really good supporting cast of Brad Dourif, Lance Henriksen, Kevin J. O'Connor, and Leslie Ann Warren can't help "romantic leads" Willis and Jane March, who are like zombies going through barely comprehensible dialogue and, for reasons unknown, having something resembling a vague simulation of what might be confused for a relationship--I mean, you know, if you were on drugs or something.
Oh, they're in love? We're supposed to know that how? Because they crashed into each other "accidentally" and both look good and steamy with their clothes off? Sorry, but blatant sexuality does not a success in chemistry make.
Gosh, I wonder why Jane March never became a substantial leading lady of film.
Possibly the worst "comic relief" ever in a movie comes in the form of the usually enjoyable Ruben Blades, who is seriously Mexican-ing here. His "funny dialogue" makes half the movie unbearable to listen to. Oh, and there are enough threads left hanging in the "plot" to weave a throw rug that could cover Los Angeles.
And what the heck is the deal with this random title? They must have picked it out of hat labeled "stupid movie titles".
I give it a generous 2/10 stars, if only to show some love to wasted ensemble supporting cast comprising Willis's therapy group. Oh yeah, I see the irony alright. Ack! Stupid, stupid, stupid movie.