The film held a certain initial promise. It was directed by director Emile Ardolino, who had just made the breathily sensual teen pic Dirty Dancing (1987), which had become the smash hit of its year. It also featured Cybill Shepherd, the effervescent delight of that gem in the late 1980s tv wasteland Moonlighting (1985-9) and a young Robert Downey, Jr back when he was part of the Brat Pack and a full two decades before he was a Marvel superhero.
The results emerge as tedious. The cross-eyed Cybill Shepherd plays with a blank vacancy of expression. She is someone who needs a sympathetic director to bring her out and Emile Ardolino is unfortunately not that. He is happy to merely ship Shepherd and the rest of the cast about in a forced freneticism that he mistakes for comedy. Robert Downey Jr gives a hopped-up performance given his later drug convictions, it is hard not to believe he was wired during the shooting. There is an embarrassingly silly scene where he dances with an old age dowager. Between the hyperkinetic Downey and the vacant Shepherd, there is not a single moment of conviction to the romance.
Everything is shot with a misty-lensed romanticism. It is a film that feels like it has been made for people in retirement homes it has a corny heart, looks old-fashioned and is wound up with eminent predictability where everyone gets the object of their hearts desire and justice wins out. Nothing can describe what a boring film it is.
Emile Ardolino went onto direct Three Man and a Little Lady (1990) and Sister Act (1992) and then died of AIDS in 1993.