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.
Cole Trickle.
Claire Lewicki. ("Dr." Clair Lewickie to you and me, Russ.)
Buck Bretherton.
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.
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If you thought that was craptacular (and it was), you should try the Indycar version, Driven. I doubt the aging Stallone would have the same effect on Mrs. Film Geek, tho'.
I can safely say that Tom Cruise has never inspired one drop of moisture from any part of my body. No. Wait. Vomit does tend to be moist, does it not?
Already I stand corrected.
But, if it gets Mrs. Film Geek's gears lubed and humming, then by all means buy the entire Cruise catalog :)
Well, I don't just hate him for being a couch jumper. He's nuttier than a fruitcake. And he's not even that good looking. Plus, I've got a good 5 or 6 inches on him. (height, people, height).
Tommy would tell you he could buy those inches, if he needed them (height, people, height).
I'm sort of envious. We don't have any aphrodisiac films in the house. Mostly, when it gets to that point, I just watch American Beauty and fantasize about a life that doesn't so closely resemble hell.
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