My review was written in May 1990 after a screening on Manhattan's UES.
This woefully amateurish comedy reps the bottom rung of theatrical release. Padded one-joke exercise is suited for undemanding video audiences.
Fledgling filmmaker Ric Klass has little cinematic feel for a tale as old as "Seven Year Itch": nerdy guy falls for beautiful woman with little girl voice.
Randy Dreyfuss is a psychology prof researching hookers for a breakthrough paper leading to tenure at his Washington, D. C. area college. He's first attracted to brunette streetwalker Tamara Williams, but gets a film-long crush on Jean Kasem, styled to look like Brigitte Nielsen in the unconvincing role of a screen/stage star who pretends to be a prostitute once Dreyfuss mistakes her for one.
Film goes nowhere in its lame spoofing of academia and street life. A lengthy sequence of a pimps convention in a laundromat is typical of pic's embarrassingly claustrophobic nature, often looking like a home movie shot in 35mm.
Young lead actor unwisely imitates the vocal delivery of his cousin Richard Dreyfuss, whom he slightly resembles. He should find a persona of his own or he'll go the way of Neil Connery. Kasem is is unattractively photographed here and slips out of her Jean Hagen ("Singin' in the Rain") accent too often to be convincing.
Newcomer Williams shows promise, but Klass inexplicably writes her out of the romantic triangle early on to focus on Kasem/Dreyfuss. Supporting cast, including John Canada Terrell of "She's Gotta Have It", is enthusiastic. Shelley Berman is unfunny as a prof wearing a bad rug, as well as doing a pointless Julia Child imitation in drag.
