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Blame It on the Night (1984): "Tis now the very witching time of night," said The Bard, "When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out." Alas, no such poetry can be found in Blame It on the Night, a sub-par comedy about insomniacs that was rushed into production to hit theatres just before Martin Scorsese's After Hours. |
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Blame It on the Night (1984): Larry and Sylvia hate each other's guts, but when they witness a murder they're forced to go on the run together to stay alive. Will they solve the mystery before the hired goons find them? Will they find true love in one another's arms? And will Larry finally accept that disco is dead? |
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Blame It on the Night (1984): A rock star tries to make friends with the 13-year-old son he's only just met. Resolutely uninteresting pattern play which slouches its way to a predictable ending. |
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Blame It on the Night (1984): Don't point the finger at the distracted bartender, who didn't notice that Stanley was soused. Don't condemn the frazzled landlord, who, that very afternoon, demanded Stanley's bus fare in lieu of a rent payment. Don't accuse Stanley's girlfriend, who that morning took his house keys by accident when she walked out on him. And don't indict Stanley, who forgot his wallet as he ventured out to drown his sorrows. If anything, blame it on the night. |
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Blame It on the Night (1984): Romantic loser Kevin Laramie (John Ritter) is a regular at the post-disco era nightclub The Foxy Lounge. Every Saturday night he comes in the hope of finding love (or at least lust) but fails every time. This time, however, Kevin accidentally interrupts a drug deal and pockets the drugs, and then finds himself trying to escape the criminals pursuing him without losing the beautiful woman (Cheryl Ladd) who actually appears to be interested in him. In the end he catches the bad guys including the woman (who was only after the drugs), then finds love with the plain hatcheck girl (Pam Dawber) who turns out not only to be beautiful when she takes her glasses off but also a heck of a dancer. |
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Blame It on the Night (1984): This brown-and-off-white study of the complex relationships within the cheese compartment of a suburban refrigerator would be more enjoyable were the dialogue not 84 minutes out of synch and recorded through a pair of Radio Shack headphones in place of a proper microphone. Otherwise, this character melodrama is well-acted with the exception of the runnier species of Swiss Knight, who consistently refused to consult the script and instead sing arias from Mozart's Marriage of Beethoven. |
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None of the synopses above could possibly be legitimate! |
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I give up! What is the answer? |
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