Oh, god. The plot bites big wind. John Stamos is too earnest for his own good. Vanity took things WAAAAAAAAYY too seriously. Gene Simmons seemed to be the only person on the set who knew what a piece of crap this movie was. And literally ran with it. He was having just way too much fun with the whole absurd mess (admit it--John Stamos and Vanity generated about as much sexual chemistry as a game of Chutes and Ladders. And a computer program called "Ram-K"? I don't whether to laugh or cry) and wasn't expecting to be nominated for any awards. Throw in a few chase sequences with very little or no tension, a sucky soundtrack, and Gene Simmons showing off the costumes he stole from Cher when they broke up, and I'll buy the popcorn! (I don't know about you, but after seeing this, I want to see Gene Simmons as Frank N. Furter in "The Rocky Horror Show"!)
Review of Never Too Young to Die
