Road House (1989) – Chalk another one
up to the ’80s: over the top in every way and impossible to be taken remotely
seriously by anyone but itself, this film feels like it was written by a horny
13-year-old; it manages to be mindlessly entertaining at times (both in spite
of and because of its clumsy attempts at romance, sex, and realism), but it’s
overlong and it gets rather tiresome by the end. 4
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