In 1992 this was the first movie that I worked in as a background artist. As Corbin Bernsen blew take after take and could not remember his lines or keep them consistent I could tell this film was not destined for greatness. I must say though as bad as the movie was I did find myself chuckling at some of the humour. My father wanted to leave the movie theater after my scene was over but I convinced him to stay to see it through. Soon I will finally own a copy of this film on VHS, all the local Oregon video stores have reported their copies missing or "stolen". Probably by other Oregonians who were in the movie and didn't want it to be seen by the masses.
