Who would want to make this movie? Who thought it was a good idea? Why did I try to watch it? I don’t know the answers to these questions. All I know is that rarely has a movie annoyed
me so comprehensively. The prologue, in
which an improbable interracial group of rural teenagers express rapturous
enthusiasm for the famous title song by Kenny Loggins, achieves new heights of
insane, groan-inducing implausibility.
When a carload of these kids were obliterated by an oncoming truck
seconds later, I was so delighted that I cheered and for a moment thought that
the whole movie was going to be a brutal parody of Footloose-type
movies; that this prologue was just a joke.
But no. In any case, I could only
watch for another 15 minutes or so, but I don’t feel guilty about giving up on
it because there were about 10-times as many shameless clichés in that time as
normally appear in the entirety of other movies.
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