Michael Keaton and Geena Davis as a couple of insomniac speechwriters for opposite political parties, who meet-cute over the last Nytol bottle in the hotel gift shop, and who carry on ever more cutely from there. We are told that they are not modelled on real-life sweethearts James Carville (Clinton campaign manager) and Mary Matalin (Bush-woman), and just to make sure we are thrown off the scent, the man in this case is a Republican hired gun and the woman is a diehard Democrat. Such precautions were unnecessary. The two do not appear to be modelled on anything remotely human, and the movie on the whole is firmly in the camp of the hack, nowhere near that of the committed. Several of the players are sympathetic: Davis, Bonnie Bedelia, Ernie Hudson, Charles Martin Smith, and most of all Christopher Reeve, who would seem, like the athlete past his prime, to have accepted his diminished playing time with undiminished rah-rah team spirit. Keaton, however, overacts enough for all of them. He's not merely always "on." He's vibrating. Directed by Ron Underwood. (1994) — Duncan Shepherd
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