Director and co-writer Garry Marshall amusingly captures the sensual, sun-struck atmosphere of the club, and, apart from some lumberingly contrived scenes, tells the story well enough.

The movie has an engaging surface, but it's all surface -- it's like watching an outsize TV.

Dillon does a good job in his fullest, least narcissistic characterization to date.

Watch and be reminded that no one could drink a cocktail and deliver a line like Jessica Walter.