I can't think of a current movie in which every element is in such balance: Martin seems unfettered, expansive, utterly at ease, capable of any physical feat (except possibly drinking from a wine glass without a straw). There's a tenderness to him that's magnetic. Daryl Hannah's Roxanne, an astronomer, is smart and sublimely beautiful all at once, her skin apricot-colored in this mountain sun, her face rhapsodic as she talks about muons, gluons and quarks.
It takes a party pooper to point out that it's not very
good. But this is one party that people familiar with the play -
especially people familiar with Heath Lambert's memorable performance in
the title role - would do well to pass up: every addition to the original
results in subtraction. [19 June 1987]