Not one laugh among the very forced comedy of one of the worst films of the 90's, featuring acting so bad that this should be included in theater classes as an example of "Don't let this happen to you". Anthony Michael Hall is excruciatingly horrible as the lead in a punk rock band, making a pact with Nicholas Pryor, the father of Bobbie Phillips, that if he doesn't make a million dollars within six months, he'll leave her alone.
Everybody mugs as if they had never seen a movie camera before, and the result is a film so painful that I had to look in the mirror to practice smiling and laughing over the fear that my smiling muscles had stopped working. A recurring gag of Samuel L. Jackson as a postman dealing with Hall's dog didn't even make me grin.
Judd Nelson and Robert Downey Jr. Contribute absolutely nothing worth while to this, a complete waste of their time, and Frank Gorshin should have sued the joker of the agent that talked him into this. Leslie Danton and Ilia Volok as the band members are painful to watch and listen to. Serves no purpose other than to make me never want to see these so called actors in anything else ever again.
Everybody mugs as if they had never seen a movie camera before, and the result is a film so painful that I had to look in the mirror to practice smiling and laughing over the fear that my smiling muscles had stopped working. A recurring gag of Samuel L. Jackson as a postman dealing with Hall's dog didn't even make me grin.
Judd Nelson and Robert Downey Jr. Contribute absolutely nothing worth while to this, a complete waste of their time, and Frank Gorshin should have sued the joker of the agent that talked him into this. Leslie Danton and Ilia Volok as the band members are painful to watch and listen to. Serves no purpose other than to make me never want to see these so called actors in anything else ever again.