William Richert's adaptation of his own semi-(quasi-)autobiographical novel, Aren't You Even Gonna Kiss Me Goodbye? The semi-(quasi-)(anti-)hero makes a bid to become the most hilariously highfalutin teenager since O'Neill's alter ego in Ah, Wilderness! The bid comes in impudently low. What mainly brings it down is the grotesquerie of the supporting roles, removing much of the graciousness from the mockery of the hero, and giving him plenty of excuses. He still could use some more. (And so could the director use one for that Hitler's Youth haircut, circa 1962, on River Phoenix.) Ann Magnuson brings her characteristic twinkle to the small role of a lustful "older woman," and she is worth taking in whatever dose you must settle for. (1988) — Duncan Shepherd
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