When the opening credits roll over a scene of a monsignor picking up a hitchhiker, driving off road, raping (off-screen) and abandoning her, you know you're in trouble right away.
What follows is a bunch of self-indulgent, incompetent, un-funny dreck. There is no way this ever got beyond a Times Square theatre. At least Downey's later effort, Putney Swopes, had some top-notch nudity and interesting black & white photography. This is just junk.
I had trouble hanging on through my personal cut-off, which is 15 minutes. I did a time-check and was disappointed to find I was still only 11:42 into it. Longest three minutes of my life not counting the end of the first half of your typical 6-3 Ravens-Steelers game in early December.
