This movie wasn't funny at all

The only reason worth watching this movie is for the sad, bittersweet experience of seeing Vancouver, B.C.-native, Dorothy Stratten in her last, film theatrical role. It was her last of anything in this life in this world. Three-and-a-half months after filming her role in New York City, 1980, Dorothy Stratten would be dead, murdered by her ex-manager/soon-to-be ex-husband, in her adopted home of Los Angeles, California, still at the height of her fame and celebrity as Playmate of the Year, 1980, and up-and-coming Hollywood starlet, but not even 21 years of age yet.

This movie was supposed to be what the old-timers in the movie biz, called, madcap comedy humor, something invented in Hollywood from out of the late 1950s and the 1960s. I've watched this movie several times because of Dorothy Stratten (and now because of the late John Ritter), but haven't laughed once, despite the movie's title. I'm inclined to write this movie off as it sucked, which ironically I just did. If there's anything worth smiling about, it's the over-the-top, overdosed-on-caffeine performance by Colleen Camp. I still get a kick watching her act all crazy and high. But she can really sing.

August 14, 2010 marks thirty years since Dorothy Stratten's death. It's so sad that people are remembered for the date of their death.