I knew this was going to be a memorable film the moment Eric Rhodes met Jennifer Taylor at the book shop counter and the two discovered they both liked a book called "Love's Ambrosia." Snort.
I never would have suspected that Billy from "Gremlins" could give an adequate portrayal of a psycho, but I confess, I was wrong. He plays a believable nut case. He lives to find his soul mate, and when he meets Jennifer Taylor, he even consults his astrological charts to be certain that she is the one. Poor Jennifer. Between Eric Rhodes and her no-good musician ex-boyfriend Richard who has followed her to California and simply will NOT leave her alone, the girl seems to have a magnetic attraction for annoying male suitors.
Eric is dangerously off his rock, but you're not even sure who to blame, Eric himself for being born whacked out, or his seemingly strung out older sister with the bad lip augmentation... who apparently drove him to his miscreant behavior by treating him like her boyfriend and making out with him after their parents were murdered...by him? or by her? I lost track. Too much crazy.
Eric spends most of his time hanging out in their elaborate mansion decorating the place in a romantic theme, cupid statues and lots of red drapes, playing with his bow and arrow, writing cute love stories, and modeling male fashion trends of the '90s. The sister follows him around the house, throwing herself at him, trying to make him feel bad for falling for "temptresses" and when she's not busy seducing her brother, she works in stained glass and plays the piano dramatically with her eyes closed.
There are usual plot holes and ridiculous antics that drive you crazy, things that just don't make sense, blatant stupidity on the parts of multiple characters, and yet you keep watching because Eric Rhodes is such an unflinching weirdo.
The most ridiculous part of the movie is at the end. Stick around for it. I knew almost immediately what would happen, but it made it no less entertaining.
I never would have suspected that Billy from "Gremlins" could give an adequate portrayal of a psycho, but I confess, I was wrong. He plays a believable nut case. He lives to find his soul mate, and when he meets Jennifer Taylor, he even consults his astrological charts to be certain that she is the one. Poor Jennifer. Between Eric Rhodes and her no-good musician ex-boyfriend Richard who has followed her to California and simply will NOT leave her alone, the girl seems to have a magnetic attraction for annoying male suitors.
Eric is dangerously off his rock, but you're not even sure who to blame, Eric himself for being born whacked out, or his seemingly strung out older sister with the bad lip augmentation... who apparently drove him to his miscreant behavior by treating him like her boyfriend and making out with him after their parents were murdered...by him? or by her? I lost track. Too much crazy.
Eric spends most of his time hanging out in their elaborate mansion decorating the place in a romantic theme, cupid statues and lots of red drapes, playing with his bow and arrow, writing cute love stories, and modeling male fashion trends of the '90s. The sister follows him around the house, throwing herself at him, trying to make him feel bad for falling for "temptresses" and when she's not busy seducing her brother, she works in stained glass and plays the piano dramatically with her eyes closed.
There are usual plot holes and ridiculous antics that drive you crazy, things that just don't make sense, blatant stupidity on the parts of multiple characters, and yet you keep watching because Eric Rhodes is such an unflinching weirdo.
The most ridiculous part of the movie is at the end. Stick around for it. I knew almost immediately what would happen, but it made it no less entertaining.