Kleiser wisely grasps that his setting is at least as important as his story and constructs his story to take maximum advantage of the fact.

The result is a movie that doesn't really work as semi-erotic romance, and never quite gets itself together as a character study. It's as if Frankie and Annette were in therapy.

Hilariously bad. The best thing you can say about this film is that it establishes, once and for all, the themes and preoccupations of its writer-director.

...just further proof that characters don't have to be interesting for movies to be made about them as long as they're white, young, and beautiful.