When Mrs. Film Geek insisted we see Days Of Thunder back in '90, I was confused. Neither of us was interested in race cars, race car drivers or movies about the racing industry. Watching a drama with that plot sounded about as thrilling to me as watching cars driven in a circle for 500 miles.
Over the top boring!
Then, it dawned on me. Mrs. Film Geek wasn't really interested in the movie. She was interested in watching Tom Cruise. You remember the simpler times: when people flocked to a Tom Cruise flick because he was all hot. Now, it seems, people run away from his more recent movies because he's a couch-jumper.
Life's strange that way, eh?
I recall thinking--during the couple times I paid attention to the clunker--how the characters in the film had what sounded like porn names.
Claire Lewicki. ("Dr." Clair Lewickie to you and me, Russ.)
The ugly co-star, Randy Quaid, drew the name Tim Daland. I suppose he just wasn't porn movie material.
Aside from an aphrodisiac, I can't think of much positive about this movie. But, it was a powerful mood enhancer, as I recall.
Cruise is just that pretty.
(Speaking of: I gotta remember to add this movie to my Netflix que. Just to see if I [ahem] remember the plot correctly.)
Until then, I'm still haunted by it.