Michael and Kirk turned in their usual stellar acting performances. But the movie was too depressing and far fetched. The most depressing thing was the house Michael Douglas and his movie wife Bernadette Peters lived in. It was a 4,000 sq ft converted paint warehouse. It was dark, gloomy, and impersonal. The kitchen seemed like it took up an acre and dishes were stacked neatly out in the open, like a restaurant.. not a home. Life imitated art as Cameron Douglas played a wayward drug selling dufus... a few years later in real life, he would be busted for selling meth and did a seven year stretch in the Big House. The Viking funeral for Kirk's brother, which was a nod to Kirk's 1957 film, The Vikings, was in poor taste and crazy. The tiny younger son who, at eleven years of age, beating up a tough 16 year old and breaking his skateboard with a karate chop, was dumb. The scene at the soup kitchen where a not very good looking woman seduced Michael Douglas into going from zero to full fledged fornication in a public place in less than a minute was also ridiculous. Just not a very good movie.
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