This concludes Nicolas Cage Weekend #3.
There they go with the typical “woman who’s engaged to a boring, straight-laced man falls in love with a wilder man she meets while her fiancé is away” plot. Boh-ring.
So far, this is the oldest film I’ve seen with a now-standard “Nicolas Cage yelling things that didn’t need to be yelled” scene.
As for the other characters, it took a while to get used to their interactions, but after a while, I warmed up to them.
Some of the backgrounds were incredibly fake looking, but I’m judging this with the year it was made in mind.
“One Quaker Oats box in the background,” the reviewer stated, as he was grasping at straws.
I have a sneaking suspicion I’m not the target audience for this film, you guys.
It wasn’t terrible, though.