So bad it's good- great trash **(SPOILERS)
Just watched this on HBO. I don't know which was worse: the cardboard acting, the stilted dialogue, or the implausible plot contrivances and preposterous story conveniences. It actually makes this crappy movie unintentionally entertaining. It's no wonder River Phoenix refused the role, and Bridget Fonda dropped out of it. Even she realized it was a turkey, before getting in too deep.
So we're suppose to believe:
-Jonathan/"Jay" (Matt Dillon) manages to keep his true identity hidden from everyone, including Dorothy and Ellen's father, despite that Daddy is one of the most powerful and wealthiest men in the world, and who therefore investigates every guy his daughters date. Instead, big Daddy quickly approves of Ellen's boyfriend, "Jay", and takes him at face value, without checking him out, despite the fact that this is the one who's marrying his daughter. Doesn't make sense.
- It doesn't make big Daddy or Ellen at all curious that "Jay" has no friends or family not even at least show up at the wedding? He makes up the story about his folks dying in a plane crash - but no one else in his family seems to exist? No siblings? No cousins? No friends? No personal life that existed before he waltzed into Ellen's life? (Ellen and Jay do finally run into an old friend of the former "Jonathan's" in a bar at one point, who recognizes him, but it comes a little late, is fleeting, and bears no threat or consequence.)
-When Dorothy's former boyfriend, who was about to show Ellen the yearbook picture exposing Jonathan, gets murdered by Jonathan, it didn't occur to Ellen to then go to the library and start looking through the yearbook herself, go through the yearbook with Dorothy's friends, those who saw the suspected mystery boyfriend, and have them look through the yearbook to identify Dorothy's boyfriend, and thereby reveal to Ellen what it took her the entire movie to finally figure out?
- How does Jonathan conveniently manage to always be in the right place at the right time to protect himself? He seems to have the luxury of following Ellen's every move, he happens to be there to intercept incriminating phone calls, etc, he suddenly shows up at his Mom's house (a wasted Diane Ladd) just when Ellen decides to find her way there, though he's supposed to be working full-time at her father's company? Oh, yeah, you'd also think Jonathan would've gone back to Mom's house a long time ago and destroy all those old newspaper clippings in the trunk, and cover his tracks. (Nice tired cliche, by the way: obsessed bad guy compiling newspaper clippings.)
- When Ellen finally realizes she got married to her sister's murderer, you would think she would run to the bathroom hysterically and be sick to her stomach. Instead, Sean Young reacts with little more than a mild stoic whimper. Oh, and while we're on the subject of bad acting, Martha Gehman (Patricia) may truly be one of the most irritating and terrible actresses I've ever witnessed. When she gets murdered, I wanted to applaude. (Maybe that was the filmmakers intention.)
- The over-the-top, incessant, melodramatic music score, only indicates that even the filmmakers and studo knew this picture needed all the help it could get. But not even a symphonic masterpiece would cover-up a movie this weak. I could go on.... All that being said, this is so bad it's hilariously entertaining, and on that level, I highly recommend it.