Glasses: No.
Doing an accent?: No.
Accent for whole
film?: N/A
Hair: Looking wig-like at some points, but Yes.
Does he point at someone?: Yes.
Hair: Looking wig-like at some points, but Yes.
Does he point at someone?: Yes.
Best line:
“My name is…….” (at which point I interjected with my best “Michael Caine!”)
A bright
and breezy comedy, full of pastel colours, sunshine and lovely apartments.
Those golden names Golan and Globus appeared in the credits, so our boy took the Cannon cash at least once. That familiar hexagonal stamp of quality at the beginning is always guaranteed to cheer your day.
Must say, I enjoyed this film a lot and Caine can give himself a
hearty “job well done” and open another restaurant or whatever he did with the
cheque.
MC plays a
successful writer, an honest man, who has a string of failed marriages and
relationships behind him and ends up believing that women have only ever loved
him for his money, swearing off women accordingly and growing bitter. Sally
Field is a frustrated good girl painter, working in an assembly line paintings
factory and in an unhappy relationship with a rich, successful, Steve Guttenberg.
Who is a bit of a whiney twat to be honest. Would have liked Caine to chin him
really, no joy there.
The two
meet under unusual circumstances and
end up tied together naked which raises an interest (amongst other things) from Caine, who decides to not only woo Field but not let on he’s a rich man in order to test if she loves him for
himself and not his fat wallet. Wacky hi-jinks ensue in the way they always do in this genre.
Recommended
for a light frothy comedy sort of mood. I reckon this’d make a good double bill
with Cannons “Barfly”. Soundtrack is a killer too - upbeat blues jazz piano led stuff.
Things of
interest;
1 – Guttenberg
appears to have turned up as Tom Selleck.
2 – Guttenbergs magnificent yuppie flat is a joy of 80s design and aspirational living. I would 100% live there.
4 – Caines latest book. A work of art in itself.
5 – Mike not taking getting dumped very well.
We’ve all been there mate.
6 - Magnificent yuppie party. I detect the hand of Sir Golan waving over this. The glitzy disco version of "Also Sprach Zarathustra" is sheer brilliance. When do I get to go to parties like this?
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