I got dragged to this movie "way back when" by my then girlfriend who was a HUGE Rick Sprinfield fan. I remember looking at her half-way through the film and telling her that she would NEVER drag me to ANY Rick Sprinfield movies ever again.
Not that Rick was a bad actor - there really was no acting in it by him. He played himself - the charismatic, always in demand and hyper-popular rock-star in love with rock-n-roll and the ever bright spotlight of fame.
The plot was non-existent...
The supporting cast was pathetic...
And his leading lady cried and sobbed her way through her scenes...
This movie almost took my life. I mean seriously, it was that painful to endure. Kidney stones were less painful than this tripe! If you are morbidly depressed and need to see people in a worse place than you, watch this movie and then count your blessings that you were NOT a part of the production of this celluloid manure pile!
Not that Rick was a bad actor - there really was no acting in it by him. He played himself - the charismatic, always in demand and hyper-popular rock-star in love with rock-n-roll and the ever bright spotlight of fame.
The plot was non-existent...
The supporting cast was pathetic...
And his leading lady cried and sobbed her way through her scenes...
This movie almost took my life. I mean seriously, it was that painful to endure. Kidney stones were less painful than this tripe! If you are morbidly depressed and need to see people in a worse place than you, watch this movie and then count your blessings that you were NOT a part of the production of this celluloid manure pile!