There is something about it. Watched again after many years last night. It has an unfinished, almost half-baked feel to it, and the cheesy 80s soundtrack is awful. But the premise is irresistibly romantic, if not profound, the story works most of the time, and the actors… Matthew Broderick was a fine sidekick and a man who can die happy, having danced with one of the most beautiful and graceful women of all time, Michelle Pfeiffer. And Rutger Hauer was and still remains one of the finest and most underutilized actors of our time.
It’s as if Kandinsky splashed his Red Spot on top of Picasso’s Blue Period – lovely:
Sometimes you just have to drop it. The first one is soiled, and if you try to salvage it, you’ll ruin the other one anyway. Just try to make it barefoot back home or to the nearest shoe store, and watch your step more carefully next time.
A bloke dies, and he’s at the pearly gates being chatted to by St Peter with his clip-board. Basically he is undergoing his induction into the choir eternal, and St Peter wants to know what his harping skills are like. And then suddenly a Ferrari roars past driven by an elderly gent with a big white beard and a tweed hat, and it scares the life out of the recently deceased. St Peter reassures him… “Oh that’s just God, he thinks he’s a doctor”.