People watch stupid flicks like this drunk or baked after a long day trying not to draw attention to themselves at jobs they don’t care about enough to hate.
The scenes with mobster Joe Pesci tormenting frat boys David Spade and Todd Louiso to make them talk are the best in the movie. Appreciate them while they last.
Liberally samples the patchwork crazy quilt of records under WB’s tutelage, shows conclusively and inexpensively that EC in the ’90s is every bit the eccentric.