| Cast overview, first billed only: | |||
| Richard Gere | ... | Edward Lewis | |
| Julia Roberts | ... | Vivian Ward | |
| Ralph Bellamy | ... | James Morse | |
| Jason Alexander | ... | Philip Stuckey | |
| Laura San Giacomo | ... | Kit De Luca | |
| Alex Hyde-White | ... | David Morse | |
| Amy Yasbeck | ... | Elizabeth Stuckey | |
| Elinor Donahue | ... | Bridget | |
| Hector Elizondo | ... | Barney Thompson | |
| Judith Baldwin | ... | Susan | |
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Jason Randal | ... | Magician |
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Bill Applebaum | ... | Howard |
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Tracy Bjork | ... | Female Guest |
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Gary Greene | ... | Male Guest |
| Billy Gallo | ... | Carlos (as William Gallo) | |
Because of his extreme wealth and suave good looks, Edward Lewis could seemingly have any woman he wants, that committed significant other which he needs on his arm at social events to further how he makes his money as a corporate raider. However, he focuses more on his corporate raiding pursuits with his partner in crime, Philip Stuckey, his lawyer of ten years, than those women, with every significant other he's had in his life feeling neglected and eventually leaving him, this fact about which he is just coming to the realization. In Beverly Hills, Edward, in needing that woman on his arms as he and Philip work toward taking over the company owned by the increasingly insolvent James Morse, decides, based on a chance encounter, to hire Hollywood Boulevard hooker Vivian Ward as his escort for the week 24/7. He does so because he wants to have a professional who would be committed to the work, yet not have any commitments to her after the week is over. Beyond their chance encounter, ... Written by Huggo
Obviously similar to Shaw's "Pygmalion", but updated, more modern.
A lovely dream, one very old: rescuing a prostitute from the street. (Not in Woody Allen's sickish-moody way.)
However, if you wish to dream this one, be sure you do NOT start to think very logically . . . She is healthy, not on drugs, not on alcohol, not even a smoker; no syphilis, no gonorrhea, no AIDS wounds on her legs, nothing, she is just perfectly absolutely healthy. Body and mind. She is not a criminal, not inclined to steal anything, she even values love and dignity more than money. Oh, she has no pimp, who would be the other man (other than Richard Gere) in her life; nobody to protect her from smart types who walk off without paying; the pimp would explode the whole romance instantly. (Instead, a girl friend.)
She has a golden soul, full of goodness, and loves art, and feels for art. High-society types around them appear silly, artificial, stuffy. (Different forks.) She is natural. She even was a good student (!) and . . . might be again? She loves to bathe, and half the time we see her happy in the bath tub (which is a powerful signal and symbol for CLEAN, CLEAN; she even sings so super-ultra-charmingly in the bath; she wants to wash off the foolishness of her previous few months of street. And she can do it.
But with all those qualities, WHY would she ever become a prostitute in the first place? Don't think, don't think. Just dream, it is lovely.