This comedy is best revisited as an unintended rumination on the queasy moral crises of Reaganomics-era America.
I think the only thing it validates is itself, and the decision to give the Brat Pack the celluloid equivalent of a Reykjavik summit.
The Good Guy is mostly as generic as it sounds.
The features on this two-disc edition raises the question: Does Waters have stocks in Morton and Campbell’s?
Fatherless children are the order of the day, but the film develops this theme no more than the absolute minimum.
Hey, there’s a reason they call the new DVD the Everything’s Duckie Edition.
Jon Hughes’s frustrated sarcasm branded a generation.