"Twisted steel. Ball of fire, naked baby screaming for its mother!"
It's impossible to not love a movie that begins that way.
It's also impossible to not love a movie with a mustached Kevin Kline. The men in all of these movies are attractive, boy next door types, but Kevin Kline is the only one that makes you go dayum!
I mean, dayum!
Not only did this movie give us Kevin Kline as his dayumdest, it gave us perfect moments like this:
And this:
Also this one:
Based on those clips, it seems like I learned a lot of bad words from this movie. I distinctly remember my mom telling me not to say "slut" when I was singing "I Hate Paris" along with Meg Ryan and I never did. Well, maybe ironically, but only a couple of times at the most.
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