Wow does this fish stink worse than the Redondo Beach King Harbor pier at sundown. I'll never forget watching this after my first day of high school on September 9, 1988. I was full of anticipation and the opening was quite promising with the zippy score and all. Once the loot was gone it all came to a screeching halt and became terribly tedious. If you have seen Rocky IV remember Apollo Creed coming out swinging against Drago and landing some crisp punches from the outset. He was light on his feet and full of adrenaline. There was an inkling that he just might have a chance. Well he didn't and things quickly went terribly wrong for him. As bad as that was this movie was worse after the loot was gone. The jokes became forced and none of them landed. Around the halfway mark things became desperate and the jokes got progressively more mean spirited and tasteless. Kevin Kline was absolutely obnoxious and childish. It became apparent that Jamie Lee Curtis was miscast and lacked any humor despite clearly trying hard and using all her sexuality. The scenes became more drawn out and embarrassing. I tried watching it again just recently and it was the same train wreck I remember only this time I turned it off after a half hour. There was no Drago to put the actors or the viewing audience out of their misery.
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