(1989)
Well, it's not a
perfect film--
Ione Skye can't act a lick (though oddly, it mostly doesn't seem to matter), and that Peter Gabriel song is completely lame, and yet it remains one of the most compelling stories of young love that acknowledges that the older generation exists and matters. I guess my biggest complaint is that the first time I saw it, the rental VHS tape a friend screened included a
Tracey Ullman Show-era
Simpsons short--would it have killed 'em to include that on the DVD as well?
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