Dumped on the eve of a vacation-of-a-lifetime-for-two, Andrew McCarthy gets drunk and picks up dazzling blonde Kelly Preston in a bar, whisking her off to somewhere tropical.
While McCarthy acts like a jerk throughout, it's painfully obvious Helen Hunt, the beleaguered girl from the travel agent's who wouldn't refund his money in the first reel and pops up throughout doing photographs for the brochure, is his soulmate. McCarthy's King of Pudgy Smarm routine grates, but Preston, with her wonderfully opportunist smile, and the ever-dependable Hunt give good value.
