Very mediocre pabulum 80s material. I've never been a Michael Keaton fan, and I don't see any reason why the over-the-top silliness of this, his movie debut, should make me one. He portrays a goofy character in an unconvincing way. The plot is trite, the scenes are predictable, the stereotypical Hollywood ending is obvious midway through the movie. The electric piano that plays intermittently throughout the movie is annoying. For some reason, the song "Jumpin Jack Flash" keeps coming up throughout the movie. Shelley Long is OK as the obviously scripted to fall in love with the male lead prostitute just prior to her role on "Cheers". Winkler is miscast by his "Happy Days" buddy Ron Howard as Keaton's straight guy/foil, the conservative man, who of course, even though he is engaged to be married, falls in love with the prostitute, who of course, just happens to live in the apartment next door. There's even the obligatory get-thrown-in-jail-scene.
You've got it.....paint by numbers material.
This is strictly Hollywood formula product. If you're going to watch this movie, you might as well kill a few brain cells in preparation, cause it doesn't require many to sit through this. This movie has no more artistic substance than dog food, dishwasher detergent, or toilet paper, it's just generic schlock material designed for mass consumption. Unless you're a die-hard fan of this 80s genre, you won't be missing much if you miss this one.
You've got it.....paint by numbers material.
This is strictly Hollywood formula product. If you're going to watch this movie, you might as well kill a few brain cells in preparation, cause it doesn't require many to sit through this. This movie has no more artistic substance than dog food, dishwasher detergent, or toilet paper, it's just generic schlock material designed for mass consumption. Unless you're a die-hard fan of this 80s genre, you won't be missing much if you miss this one.