Based on 2 votes and 1 reviews.
Raunchy reminiscences, lowbrow laughs, nubile nudes, a very excitable Kim Cattrall, a enough hair to knit a sweater. Bob Clark's juvenile comedy should have proved once and for all that it IS possible for Canadian films to score big at the box office, but the Canucklehead film industry was uninterested in the lesson. Better than the sequels and many of the subsequent knockoffs. And the massive popular success of this film really bothered Woody Allen. It really seemed to get under his skin. So there's that.