Review of About Last Night... (1986) by Clark B — 11 May 2010

It seems like the Netflix reviewers felt guilty for liking this. (I cart these reviews over from Netflix.) Maybe you termater people are different, not so racked with guilt. I have none. Come to think of it I never feel guilty for loving a movie no matter how crappy, and I love this one. This is no '80's Brat Pack poseur-fest like "St. Elmo's Fire", it has a real script with sharply drawn characters. And no Andrew McCarthy, thank God!

I had a crush on Demi Moore for years after I seen this. Here she's smoky voiced and engaging - gorgeous - little pre-op boobies and all. I thought Jim Belushi was going to become the next big comic star and that Rob Lowe would turn into a real romantic lead. Well, none of that happened, but that doesn't take anything away from David Mamet's perceptive observations of the dating scene. I was in my early twenties when this came out, the same age as the characters, and this movie gets a lot of things right about that era and the difficulty in trying to maintain a relationship at that age. Young men and women do act as stupid as this - I know I did. Alas, youth is wasted on the young.

Apparently Hollywood gave this a happy ending which wasn't in Mamet's stage play, so his fans balk at this this version, but you know what? I don't care, I like the happy ending. It's sweet and makes me feel all warm inside. The only thing wrong with this picture is the money I wasted over the years waiting for Demi Moore to make another good movie. I'm still waiting as I stare at those ridiculous balloons on her chest and listen to her jaw clenching smoke-free line readings. Sadly my crush on her withered.