STAKEOUT

(August 1987, U.S.)

I honestly don't know whatever became of director John Badham, but back in his day, the man was certainly one of the most versatile filmmakers around, from the musical sensation of SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER, to the terror of DRACULA (1979), to the high speed thrills of BLUE THUNDER, to the wise-cracking comedy and crime of STAKEOUT. If nothing else, his films often possessed a smooth style of dialogue and character chemistry. At first thought, one would think the pairing of Richard Dreyfuss and Emilio Estevez would be too much like father and son to have them play a believable pair of detective partners. But surprise, surprise - the two do work well together and manage to feed off of each other very well. This is what makes the buddy comedy, whether on the road together or fighting crime, highly effective.

As detectives Chris Lecce (Dreyfuss) and Bill Reimers (Estevez), they are assigned to a night shift stakeout of Latina Maria McGuire (played by Medeleine Stowe) because her former dangerous boyfriend Richard (played by Aidan Quinn) has just broken out of prison and is very likely coming straight for her because there is a large sum of money that he hid in her house before he went away, though she has no idea. While they watch her through binoculars and camera lenses to wait and see what happens and with who, the pair are like a couple of frat house boys having fun, while playing pranks on their relief detectives, and enjoying every minute of invading Maria's privacy, unbeknownst to her. They even find reason for Chris to enter her home when she's away, only to have her return while he's still there, hiding under her bed watching her get undressed. This is actually one of the most pleasurable moments of the film because we not only get to enjoy a quick shot of Madeleine Stowe's gorgeous ass just out of the shower...

(Sorry. Again, couldn't resist!)

...but there's also a quick moment when Chris, while trying to decide whether to escape her home unnoticed or indulge in his insatiable curiosities, takes a moment to shake and move his own ass along with Miami Sound Machine's "Conga" playing on her stereo. It's one of those times when you remember that Richard Dreyfuss is funny, as well as dramatic. Of course, movie cliché dictates that not only will Chris and Bill be found out, but that Chris will inevitably fall in love with Maria and have to give her the old bullshit explanation that even though it started out as just another police assignment, it eventually turned into something personal as soon as he got to know her. Yeah, from the comedy to the action, we've likely seen it all before, but like I said, dialogue and chemistry, when done right, go a long way to offer us something new and original each time. Mel Gibson and Danny Glover had it in LETHAL WEAPON, Billy Crystal and Gregory Hines hand it in RUNNING SCARED, and now Dreyfuss and Estevez manage to continue the good streak of the 1980s, despite the big age difference between them (though their 1993 sequel with Rosie O'Donnell was easily forgettable). Hell, anything with Rosie O'Donnell is easily forgettable!

Favorite line or dialogue:

Bill Reimers: "Okay, okay, what movie? "Well, this was not a boating accident!"
Chris Lecce "I don't know."
Bill: "Oh, you're hopeless!"

(Did you catch the JAWS/Dreyfuss reference there??)

ST. ELMO'S FIRE

(June 1985, U.S.)

ST. ELMO'S FIRE was released in the summer of 1985, the summer before I was due to leave for my freshman year of college at the State University of New York at Buffalo. In effect, I saw the film as a prerequisite that would prepare me for the social pleasures and anxieties I might come to expect during and after my post high school education. Because of that presumption, I love ST. ELMO'S FIRE and everything it tried to teach me. I also damn ST. ELMO'S FIRE for all of the delusions it provided me. Yes, I said delusions! For all of its insight and wisdom into the lives and loves of these post-college group of friends, it also gave me false expectations which ultimately lead to great disappointment. Let me attempt to explain - because of Joel Schumacher's perfectly-timed "Brat Pack" film, these are the fantasies that I developed in my naive, little head before going to college...

- Like Kevin and Kirby (Andrew McCarthy and Emilio Estevez) & Leslie and Jules (Alley Sheedy and Demi Moore), I thought that my college roommate and I would be best friends forever.
- Like Kirby and Dale Biberman (played by Andie MacDowell), I thought that I'd enjoy rewarding infatuations and sexual encounters with older female students (perhaps even my resident assistant, presuming she was a girl, of course).
- Like Leslie and Alec (played by Judd Nelson), I thought that I'd meet the love of my life at college and eventually marry her.

Here's what the reality of it turned out to be...

- My freshman year roommate was an absolute dick and I wished nothing more than for him to die a horrible, painful death! Things got so bad between us, that I eventually moved to another dorm after just one semester.
- I did develop a rather unnatural crush on my resident assistant who was two years older than me. Sadly, I don't think she saw me as anything more than a goofy kid in her eyes. Still, she was very nice to me and we managed to stay friends for a few years (thank you, Ingrid!).
- I didn't meet the woman who would eventually become my wife and the mother of my son for another thirteen years. So much for the power of college love! Perhaps Kevin's repeated cynicism toward love was right on ("Love sucks!")!

So what does all this say about me and who I was back then? Did I rely too much on the power of the movies to guide me through life's experiences or was I just simply an unrealistic twit who didn't have both feet on Earth's reality? Regardless of the answer, there was no doubt I'd developed some sort of meaningful connection to the group of seven young adults in ST. ELMO'S FIRE. I marveled at the possibility of close friends managing to stay close friends through all of life's pains and difficulties that followed the hell that was known as high school (so well depicted in front of my eyes on the screen in John Hughes' THE BREAKFAST CLUB just a few months before). From the moment the film opened and we watched them walk hand-in-hand in graduation cap and gown, we knew somehow that these people were the real deal. Unfortunately, being the "real deal" means that you deal with all the shit that comes with being such close friends, including confusions about love, sex, relationships, commitment and even the act of betrayal. To watch Billy Hicks and Wendy Beamish (played by Rob Lowe and Mare Winningham) is an exercise in confusion in itself, though I can't decide if my confusion lies in the fact that an otherwise popular and good looking stud of the '80s like Billy is even attracted to an otherwise bland, inexperienced virgin like Wendy or if it lies in the fact that a girl with sense and brains like Wendy continues to keep herself attached to a dope like Billy. Perhaps she says it best when she tells Leslie, "It's like smoking. I try to quit, but every once in a while, I need a hit."

But even as life as seen through the eyes of others is confusing, there's always someone like Jules. Demi Moore, whom I'd known only as a regular on ABC-TV's GENERAL HOSPITAL for a while, perfectly represented every fantasy I ever had about college girls, or rather the wild party girl you could always look forward to seeing at the local frat house who just might provide you with more than a kiss if she had enough to drink. And yet, while Jules is wild, crazy, irresponsible, and the cause of her friend's constant worrying (she's never naked, unfortunately. If you want to see Demi like that, you need to watch ABOUT LAST NIGHT and STRIPTEASE)...

(Sorry. I couldn't resist!).

...she's ultimately always the one who will come to their aid the moment she's needed, even if it's something as simple and comforting as a supportive arm around their shoulder when they've been hurt. She's the one who can stay up all night talking if you want to and the one who'll tell you the truth to your face (even when she thinks that Kevin is gay) because that's the person she is. Yet, though all of her outward strength and sheer "fabulousness", she's the one by the end of the film we discover is the most flawed and hurts the most. That may be predictable and even cliché, but there's also something irresistibly human about it, particularly when it's the film's persistent screw-up, Billy, who comes to her rescue at her most desperate and painful moment. Ultimately, the message of friendship and loyalty (no matter what) is clear throughout the film, and when it's over, we're left with a sense of calm and reassurance in the knowledge (whether fantasy or reality) that if we're lucky, we'll go through life with the kind of friends you keep close by, the friends that matter (in a THE BIG CHILL meets THE BREAKFAST CLUB sort of way), even when it's time to finally stop acting like kids at our favorite bar and finally grow up.

That in mind, I dedicate this post to my friends from college; in real life, on social media or whatever shape or form they may exist today. Thank you all for still being in my life, one way or another. It means something.

Favorite line or dialogue:

Wendy Beamish: "Jules, it sounds like you have your boss wrapped around your little finger."
Jules Van Patten: "Did I ever tell you what he like me to do with my little finger?"

(Sorry. I couldn't resist that, either!)

SPY WHO LOVED ME, THE

(July 1977, U.S.)

1977 was it! I was going to see my first James Bond movie on the big screen, uncut and unedited. This was a major step for a ten year-old boy who’d already gotten his feet wet in the world of James Bond with bits and pieces of other movies already shown on ABC-TV. From the moment THE SPY WHO LOVED ME opened, it seemed I hadn’t drifted too far from my last screen experience of THE DEEP because it was an underwater adventure all over again that involved the disappearance of nuclear submarines. All of a sudden, though, the movie switched to the snowy ski slopes with Bond being chased by enemy spies who were trying to kill him. Then he was flying! Well, not really flying but performing a daring escape off a cliff by parachute…and this was all before the opening credits and song by Carly Simon, whom I was actually aware of because I liked one of her older hit songs, “You’re So Vain”.

Because of my limited experience and knowledge of complex plot lines such as nuclear missiles, world domination and the strained relationships and mistrust that still existed between the Soviet Union and much of the rest of the world (England included), the story behind the action went right over my little head. Still, there was incredible spy action and thrills on the screen before me that included chases, exploding helicopters, shootouts and a cool looking white car that moved underwater. As for Barbara Bach…well, she was just stunning to look at! Apparently, at age ten, I recognized the visual appeal of beautiful women in the movies (thank you, Jacqueline and thank you, Barbara!).

But let’s be honest for a moment; despite even the great action and the beautiful women, what made THE SPY WHO LOVED ME so ultra-cool to me was the character of Jaws. This man (if you could really call him that) was an incredible powerhouse of gigantic destruction. This was an enemy that seemingly could not die, and just how was the great James Bond supposed to defeat someone…something like that? He could lift huge boulders, stop moving vans and bite through anything with his own steel teeth (those same teeth could get him electrocuted, too). What really sent things over the top (in a good way) for me was when Jaws was attacked by a shark (even today, the irony of that is priceless) and he ended up biting the shark to death. This was, perhaps, suspension of disbelief, even in a James Bond movie, at its ultimate level, but my young mind hardly cared or knew any better. This was incredible fun at the movies, the most I’d had since STAR WARS (though certainly not better). It seemed the summer blockbuster season of ‘’77 was off to a fantastic start.

When THE SPY WHO LOVED ME made its television premiere on the ABC Sunday Night Movie in November 1980, the Bond movie seemed as I remembered it three years earlier on screen. Well, sort of. For this TV airing, I saw something I’d never seen before. It was a black title card with a message in white that read, “Although edited for television, some parents may consider this James Bond film unsuitable for younger family members. Viewer discretion is advised.” Seriously? What was the problem? I’d seen the movie myself three years ago and I didn’t recall anything so terrible about it. Was the network concerned about murderous violence by Jaws or perhaps just the display of excessive upper cleavage by Barbara Bach...particularly when her cleavage was soaking wet and just incredibly yummy to look at?

Well, regardless of their reason, I enjoyed this great Bond movie again and this time it had some deeper meaning of familiarity to me because I’d also seen MOONRAKER on screen just a year ago and the famous character behind Roger Moore, as well as Jaws, were like old friends. But even old friends have a way of changing over time. While THE SPY WHO LOVED ME remains one of my preferred Bond films in the legendary franchise, it has managed to move down a few notches since I was a kid. The action and drama under the direction of Lewis Gilbert, at times, falls short in some sequences. The first example is when Bond and Anya are trying to escape from Jaws in the white van in Egypt and he manages to temporarily stop them by grabbing the back end of it. What could’ve been a thrilling moment with even a touch of terror, is substituted for pure silliness, even in the accompanying soundtrack when they finally escape and the van appears to fall apart as they drive it. Perhaps my sense of humor is off, but it simply doesn’t work for me.
Speaking of the soundtrack, I’ve always believed the music of any Bond film during that period loses something significant when it’s not scored by John Barry (that’s just me). What really disappoints me, though, is the climactic destruction of Stromberg’s Atlantis and the escape of our two heroes done without the dramatic use of any soundtrack music. What should be a sequence of sheer excitement becomes bland in its delivery (do I blame Marvin Hamlisch for that bogus decision?). Still, the film offers the political excitement and tension of nuclear conflict and the twisted vision of a criminal madman seeking global domination in a world he creates by his own hand, in this case, under the sea. In fact, if you take a moment to consider the other two Bond films under Gilbert’s direction, YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE and MOONRAKER, these reccuring themes are present, as well. Performances do not fall short, either, as Moore gives one of his better ones, making him an Barbara one of the better Bond film couples. Still, in the end, it's Bond...and if we can't sit back and accept each new Bond film as "the biggest, the best, and beyond", then perhaps we need to find a new screen action hero.

Favorite line or dialogue:

Anya Amasova: "The man I loved. He was in Austria three weeks ago. Did you kill him?"
James Bond: "When someone's behind you on skis at forty miles per hour trying to put a bullet in your back, you don't always have time to remember a face. In our business, Anya, people get killed. We both know that. So did he. It was either him or me. The answer to the question is yes. I did kill him."
Anya: "Then, when this mission is over, I will kill you!"

SPY GAME

November 2001, U.S.)

There's this little game of pretend I like to play with Tony Scott's SPY GAME. Although Robert Redford's character of Nathan Muir is in no way related to his character of Joe Turner in Sidney Pollack's 1975 film THREE DAYS OF THE CONDOR, I like to imagine that Redford is once again Joe Turner in SPY GAME and we're getting a glimpse of what his life in the CIA has been like for the past twenty-six years, just for the fun of deluding myself and making things more interesting. Interestingly, I found myself doing the same thing with another Tony Scott film, ENEMY OF THE STATE (1998) and Gene Hackman's character in relation to his previous one in Coppola's THE CONVERSATION (1974).

Robert Redford and Brad Pitt is an instant attraction in the world of Hollywood chemistry. One only need to recall Redford's direction of Pitt in A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT (1992) to know how well the two served each other. Now on screen together, that chemistry is not lost. Whether we choose to think of Pitt as a younger version of Redford himself or a direct prodigal son of the veteran actor and director, it works well, nonetheless. As Tom Bishop, Pitt may be very well be considered the intelligent CIA operative with the shooting skills of John Rambo. Still, he's not flawless. The start of the film is in 1991 and Tom has just been captured and imprisoned in Suzhou near China. Questioned under torture and refusing to divulge information, he's sentenced to be executed in twenty-four hours even and the United States and China are on the verge of a major trade agreement. Back home, the CIA will not claim Bishop as one of their own, for fear of jeopardizing the agreement. Nathan, on his last day on the job before retirement, has other plans in mind to get his "boy" that he ultimately feels responsible for, out of prison without the knowledge of his soon-to-be former superiors.

As Nathan sits in an endless debriefing among those that are deciding the fate of Tom's existence, he describes how he recruited Tom back in 1975 at the close of the Vietnam War. Like Col. Trautman and Rambo, he trained him and cut him loose on the world of our enemies when the time was right. These events included Berlin in '76 and Beirut in '85. Unlike Rambo, however, Tom is weakened by feelings of love toward a missionary woman he met in Lebanon. Because we know from the movies that the CIA inevitably means lies and deception, Nathan tips off the Chinese about the woman when he concludes that Tom's feelings for her will compromise his cover and his mission. We learn soon enough that it was that same woman Tom was trying to rescue at the start of the film when he was captured. Through his feelings of consciousness and skills as a former operative, Nathan creates and forges a plan to rescue Tom before his execution without the knowledge of those he's lying to. Deception and lies are now working on our side as it's a race against time to rescue the hero and the lady from certain doom. Rescued they are, and it's a rather intriguing moment when Tom realizes it was Nathan who was responsible for his rescue when the simple words of "Operation Dinner Out" are spoken. He understands, and so do we, and we're glad we were there to watch it all happen.

In any film about spies and espionage, the final outcome is often never in any doubt. We know the heroes will win and the American spirit will triumph. Perhaps it triumphs even more in a film released just two months after the events of 9/11. Still, it's impossible to deny that it works even better when we watch Redford and Pitt work together. They feed off each other with a degree of cleverness and intrigue that reminds us of solid acting crafts behind what is wholeheartedly a cat-and-mouse action thriller. Still, I can't help but wish that someone on the writing team of SPY GAME had, indeed, come up with the simple idea of re-introducing us to the former character of Joe Turner. As I said, it makes things a little more interesting.

Favorite line or dialogue:

Nathan Muir (over the phone): "We're on for tonight."
Commander Wiley (over the phone): "Roger sir, understand. Operation Dinner Out is a GO. Confirm."
Nathan: "Correct, Dinner Out is a go."
Dr. William Byars (overhearing): "Dinner Out is a go? Hell of a way to speak to your wife."
Vincent Vy Ngo: "Why do you think they keep dumping him."

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SPOTLIGHT

(November 2015, U.S.)

Despite the events of the film SPOTLIGHT having taken place only seventeen years ago, it practically feels ancient because one can't help but wonder what's happened to the hardcore investigative journalism of the press today. It almost seems as if the the pursuit of getting the story and discovering the truth on behalf of the American people is nearly dead because of everything that social media and smart phones are able to capture on their own. I mean, why waste time trying to discover what our own (bullshit) president has done or said when he's already proudly displaying it on his own Twitter account? Why dig around for the truth and its consequences when there don't seem to be any consequences any more? Gone, it seems, are the days of Watergate or the Iran-Contra Affair when we were still shocked and horrified to learn what our so-called "trusted" government was really up to behind the shadows and closed doors. Today, we find things out relatively quickly as soon as CNN reports it to us and we allow it to just pass through time until the next big "shocker" comes along.

Tom McCarthy's film takes place in 2001 during the months before 9/11. Again, it's not too long ago, but it's before social media and iPhones were running our lives and there's still something to be said for the Boston Globe's "Spotlight" team and their investigation into cases of widespread child sex abuse by numerous Roman Catholic priests throughout Massachusetts. Even in what's considered our modern day and age, Boston is a tightly-wound city in which Catholic faith and the desire to protect and cover-up sex crimes committed by the Boston Archdiocese are common ground. As the reputable newspaper digs, discovers and reveals, they're lined up against lawyers, politicians and the entire church body that will stand against them to protect what they consider to be an invaluable religious faith and the comfort it brings to their lives. In this world of sweeping the truth under the rug, no one in Boston wants to hear about crimes committed against innocent children by those in the church they've come to depend on. The film effectively explores the daily process of a team (comprising of talented folks like Michael Keaton, Mark Ruffalo and Rachel McAdams) that have committed themselves to uncovering the truth (surely echoing the spirit and thrills of ALL THE PRESIDENT'S MEN) in the name of the innocent who have forever been damaged (even as adults) by those they thought they could believe in. Even when the Spotlight team is forced to de-prioritize their big story after the September 11th attacks occur, the film doesn't waste too much time deterring itself away from our main focus. Momentum is quickly regained and new truths are revealed when hardcore documents are finally made available to the public that confirm the Cardinal's knowledge of all criminal incidents within the church and his apparent decisions to ignore it. By early 2002, the story has gone to print, these twisted pedophiles priests have been exposed and the Spotlight team find themselves inundated with phone calls from more victims who have finally gained the courage to come forward and tell their stories.

Like many others, I became aware of the epidemic cases of pedophile priests throughout this country (and the world) shortly after 9/11, re-confirming that our new century was off to a very bad start. Like others, I'm sure, I had no idea that the problem stretched as far back in time as it did. SPOTLIGHT successfully brings the story into the light through its lurid and intricate detailing of the facts behind the story while providing just the right amount of drama behind its main characters within the newspaper, as well as its victims who must suffer through the pain of telling their stories. It reminds me of a time not too long ago when the power of the press still (seemingly) produced results and inevitably consequences for those who betrayed the law and our public trust. Today, we have sadly allowed ourselves to erode into a society where we not only know about the problem, but will (again, seemingly) do nothing about it. Why else would a piece of garbage like Donald Trump still be sitting in the White House? Where, oh where, are Woodward, Bernstein and "Deep Throat" when we really need them??

As a Jewish person, I also can't help but wonder why we've never really heard of pedophile Rabbis (at least, I haven't). Perhaps it's because they're not forced into a life of celibacy in the first place that may eventually turn their minds into a more dangerous and damaging direction? Just a thought.

SPOTLIGHT won the Oscar for Best Picture of 2015.

Favorite line or dialogue:

Walter Robinson: "We've got two stories here. We've got a story about degenerate clergy, and we've got a story about a bunch of lawyers turning child abuse into a cottage industry. Now, which story do you want us to write? Because we're writing one of them!"

SPLASH

(March 1984, U.S.)

When considering the life and career of Tom Hanks, one of our most gifted actors of today, it's hard to believe the man ever did anything silly. And yet, were I to travel back in time to his career prior to the early 1990's, it seems that just about everything he did on screen was silly. Back then, I never would have imagined that the star of BACHELOR PARTY (1984), VOLUNTEERS (1985) and DRAGNET (1987) would eventually blow our minds with the Oscar-winning performances two years in a row with PHILADELPHIA (1993) and FORREST GUMP (1994), as well as the unforgettable SAVING PRIVATE RYAN (1998). Still, in 1984, I was hot to see SPLASH! It seemingly had everything that was familiar to me at the time. It starred that really funny guy from ABC-TV's BOSOM BUDDIES, that hot blonde chick from BLADE RUNNER (1982) and was directed by Richie Cunningham himself. I'd already seen his previous comedy with the Fonz, NIGHT SHIFT (1982), so it seemed that he had a knack for good comedy.

The film begins twenty years-ago in 1964 with eight year-old Allen Bauer nearly drowning after inexplicably jumping in the ocean while on vacation in Cape Cod with his family. Well, maybe not so inexplicably. Seems there's a little, blonde girl down there that he feels instantly connected to. He's with her only for a moment before he's rescued and will (seemingly) never see her again. Still, even as a child, whatever he felt when holding that little girl's hands proved quite strong because as a grown man, Allen (played by Hanks) has had nothing but failed relationships with women, perhaps never getting over what he felt as a child.

(or perhaps I'm getting way too psychologically-deep about a movie like SPLASH!)

Twenty years later, Allen and his older brother Freddie (played by John Candy) run their late father's wholesale produce business in New York City. Allen is depressed over his latest failed relationship and decides to return to Cape Cod to heal himself. Want to take a guess who he bumps into? She's all grown up, beautiful, naked (and played by Daryl Hannah) and instantly attracted to Allen. She's also apparently mute and communicates best by taking Allen and passionately kissing him (the best way to start a new relationship!). As the audience, we know she's really a mermaid, but Allen can't tell because she has legs out of the water. In the water, she's a most endearing fish who uses Allen's dropped wallet and maps aboard a sunken ship to locate New York City. Meanwhile, not too far down the shore, the ever-eccentric Dr. Walter Kornbluth (played by the ever-eccentric Eugene Levy) has witnessed the mermaid and is now obsessed with finding her again in the name of scientific discovery.

Let's now go to the island of Manhattan, where a naked, blonde woman has just arrived at the shores of the Statue of Liberty. This is a most pivotal scene in the film because it's the one and only moment we get to witness Daryl Hannah's ass in a PG-rated "family" movie (or perhaps it's just her body double)...

Anyway, what's the difference? It was a nice moment for a sixteen year-old young man with raging hormones for the opposite sex! After she arrested for indecent exposure, she's soon reunited with Allen and just as horny for his body as she was back in Cape Cod. Now in his care, she quickly learns English from American television and decides that she likes the name Madison for herself. Deeper and deeper in passion and in love do Allen and Madison fall, but it won't be too long before he discovers the fishy truth behind the woman he loves. Upon discovering her outrageous secret when she's exposed in public by Dr. Kornbluth with a garden hose, Allen is shocked, repulsed and even more confused about his love life than ever before (understandable). Inevitably, Dr. Kornbluth regrets his actions and decides to help both Madison and Allen escape their confinement at the hands of other greedy scientists. The escape scene is particularly noteworthy because it's one of John Candy's funniest moments as he not only convinces the guards that he's Swedish, but uses what he considers a useful piece of knowledge regarding Swedish porn films and the size of his penis (like I said before, this is a "family film). This is also perhaps where director Ron Howard is taking inspiration from Spielberg's E.T., as it's now a race against time for those who care about Madison to get her away from our big, bad, ol' government boys and get her back home where she belongs. So, steal the mermaid, steal a car, outrace the government and military forces through the crowded streets of Manhattan and we're eventually at the docks of New York harbor. Madison can go home now, but she can never return. Allen can go with her, and would survive under the water as long as he's with her, but he can never return. Just when we think that true love will not survive between man and fish, Allen jumps into the water and it's all happily ever-after as the two of them swim toward what appears to be an undiscovered underwater kingdom.

It's easy for me to criticize Tom Hanks as being nothing more than silly during the early part of his career. But even that silliness was always accompanied with true heart in every performance. One can be merely a clown on screen, or one can be a clown with promise and potential. Allen Bauer represents what is, perhaps, most positive in human nature's ability to believe in love and the prices one must pay in order to keep it. Even his idiotic older brother, with all his womanizing, perversions and letters to Penthouse magazine, believes in the power of love for those other than himself (at least the guy is honest). SPLASH, if nothing else, is fun and romantic, with just the right humor to support an actor who would one day go on to much bigger and better things.

Favorite line or dialogue:

Freddie Bauer: "So, how is she?"
Allen Bauer: "How is she? She's...a mermaid. I don't understand. All my life I've been waiting for someone and when I find her, she's...she's a fish."
Freddie: "Nobody said love's perfect."
Allen: "Oh, Freddie, I don't expect it to be perfect! But for god's sake, it's usually human!"