This movie of which the name will never be uttered from my mouth again, was a bad attempt at stereotypical 1960s rip-off of West Side Story complete with overacting, painful musical score and ridiculous editing. It's as if the editor said, "seriously? this is what you're giving me? OK, screw it, you're the Coppola."
I couldn't believe what I was watching when the homoerotic rain soaked fight scene that had absolutely no setup whatsoever (including blue-skies the entire day leading up to the fight!) occurred as if by magic spewed forth from the miserable scene in a car outside a diner. Brutal.
Also, the writing was on par with Carnosaur or Piranha. It's my opinion that with the exception of Dillon and Lane, the only actors to become famous after this movie did so due to the fact they didn't have any dialog in this one. It's right up there with such timeless classics as Hottie and the Nottie and 10,000 B.C. only it has no redeeming qualities. That's right, both of those movies deserve Oscar nominations for writing before this movie deserves anything more than a Netflix 1 star rating.
Lost 1:31 and I'll never get it back.