Cast overview, first billed only: | |||
Candace Cameron Bure | ... | Stacy Collins (as Candace Cameron) | |
Fred Savage | ... | Bobby Tennison | |
Gregory Alan Williams | ... | Detective Anderson (as GregAlan Williams) | |
Heather McComb | ... | Nicki | |
Rodney Eastman | ... | Tony Dinardo | |
Season Hubley | ... | Rita Thompson | |
Sally Jessy Raphael | ... | Judge | |
Michelle Phillips | ... | Laura Collins | |
Gary Wolf | ... | Neil | |
Chad Cox | ... | Bruno Brunoski | |
Justina Machado | ... | Val Cho | |
Paul Linke | ... | Rod Merredi | |
Eric Balfour | ... | Vince Fortner | |
Martha Romo | ... | Carla | |
Paige Moss | ... | Donna Fowler |
Shy sixteen-year-old Stacy Collins can't believe that the most popular guy in school, an attractive athlete named Bobby Tennison, is interested in her. At first she is flattered by his constant attention, but then he becomes possessive and jealous, telling her who she can speak to and what she can wear. Threats escalate into violence when he thinks she has stepped out of line. Soon she is walking on egg shells and living in fear. Having seen the tell-tale bruises, her best friend convinces her to break things off with him, but in a moment of weakness, she goes to meet him. Written by Echo Bridge Home Entertainment
(I allude to minor plot points in this review. I don't think I reveal anything important, but I don't want to be accused of ruining such a fine film for anyone.)
This movie is terrible. There are so many facets of the movie that make it absolutely awful, but yet it's still impossible to tear yourself away from it if you are one of those people who gets sucked in to the hyper-dramatic made for TV movie.
First of all, who can resist a cast that includes Fred Savage, Candace Cameron, and, of all people, Michelle Phillips? The plot is enough to make you want to cringe (it's not right that they made abuse seem like such a ridiculous topic, but they did), and buying Fred Savage as the villain is somewhat difficult, but that's what makes it all so laughable. Add to this the fact that it has an uproariously funny soundtrack (Belinda Carlisle, anyone?) and you know you have a winner.
If you enjoy watching bad movies, grab some microwave popcorn the next time they re-run this movie on television. You'll find plenty to mock in its predictability and over-the-top dramatic scenes. You'll want to see it again and again.
(One more thing: Try not to feel like a terrible person at the end of the movie when Sally Jesse Raphael lectures us all about the importance of intervention.)