What you say about a film coming of age established in 1988, shot in 2007 and released just now? I mean, besides the WTF? To begin, I would like to say that Take Me Home Tonight just enough heart and mind of retro party to hold the line before the familiarity breeds contempt.
Peter Travers reviews Take Me Home Tonight in his weekly video series, "At the Movies with Peter Travers."
Producer-star Topher Grace, moving from a decade of this show of the 1970s, plays Matt Franklin, a grad MIT working at Suncoast video all decide what to do with his life. The decision? Party hearty. In a Mercedes stolen by his pal Barry (Dan Fogler), Matt hits a blowout of the labour day filled with blow (drug use delayed the release of the r-rated film). He was invited by school secondary unrequited crush Tori Frederking (Teresa Palmer), now an investment banker, who is impressed when Matt is that it is rising stars at Goldman Sachs.
Photos: Head of men on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine
The film, directed by Michael Dowse, is a night noisy, a torrid, American Graffiti filtered by Dazed and Confused and films Shermer high part of John Hughes. For spices, add Anna Faris as Matt binoculars in a relationship with Chris Pratt as the tonnage of jock ready to put on a ring. Matt finally boinks "The Frederking," Barry slobbers on ta-tas of a redhead with his date to watch, coke is snorted, property is damaged, and the soundtrack of the movie explosions Eighties covers ("Don ' T You Want Me"). Take Me Home Tonight captures a moment in time with sly affection. You keep waiting for the engine to rev up, but is not blocked on the idle.
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