I saw this movie in the theater in 1986. I recall seeing an interview with Rob Lowe and Demi Moore in which they said they were glad to be playing characters who were their own age, after giving yeoman service to the early-eighties teen-romp genre. Perhaps after the blithering wreck that was "St. Elmo's Fire," they thought any script would be an improvement. Well, they were almost right. Not quite, though.
My real problem with the characters in this movie is that all of them are unlikeable. Rob Lowe and Demi Moore do the typical Me Generation routine of Meet Cute, Sleep Together Right Away, Attempt To Cobble Meaningful Relationship Only After Ascertaining Sexual Compatibility. As an earlier reviewer noted, the majority of people who've tried this in real life have learned the hard way that you can't start in the middle if you want a happy ending.
Jim Belushi has some amusing lines as Rob Lowe's blustery legend-in-his-own-mind buddy, but his "would you look at the nips on that one" attitude toward women is too offensive to redeem him otherwise. Elizabeth Perkins' adversarial attitude toward men makes it not too believable that she'd succeed in dragging a new trick home every weekend, unless we assume that she visited a veterinarian every Friday to have her fangs milked first.
I haven't seen the stage play on which this movie was based, but I'd be interested to. I wonder whether the premise here is true to the playwright's original vision?
My real problem with the characters in this movie is that all of them are unlikeable. Rob Lowe and Demi Moore do the typical Me Generation routine of Meet Cute, Sleep Together Right Away, Attempt To Cobble Meaningful Relationship Only After Ascertaining Sexual Compatibility. As an earlier reviewer noted, the majority of people who've tried this in real life have learned the hard way that you can't start in the middle if you want a happy ending.
Jim Belushi has some amusing lines as Rob Lowe's blustery legend-in-his-own-mind buddy, but his "would you look at the nips on that one" attitude toward women is too offensive to redeem him otherwise. Elizabeth Perkins' adversarial attitude toward men makes it not too believable that she'd succeed in dragging a new trick home every weekend, unless we assume that she visited a veterinarian every Friday to have her fangs milked first.
I haven't seen the stage play on which this movie was based, but I'd be interested to. I wonder whether the premise here is true to the playwright's original vision?
