1988 | 101 minutes | Rated PG
“A bride without a head!” “A WOLF WITHOUT A FOOT!” There is no competition. Moonstruck is the single greatest romantic comedy movie. Single greatest romance, single greatest comedy, single greatest movie. It cannot be otherwise. (I mean, sure, there are other greatest movies, but none are greatest-er.) It is the sun, and all other contenders merely reflect its light—the plot, the dialogue, the people, the gags, the incandescent humanity. Entire human relationships have been founded on an appreciation of (and ability to quote from) this film—and damn straight. Can you imagine falling in love with someone who didn’t like Moonstruck? What would be the point, knowing it would never last? John Patrick Shanley’s script is a bottomless well of perfect words, written with a playwright’s commitment to the virtues of actual lunacy, and an Irishman’s affectionate observance of the glories of the Italian American family, a perfect balance of artifice and truth. And the cast—Cher, Nicolas Cage, Olympia Dukakis, Vincent Gardenia, Danny Aiello, John Mahoney—not a single one of these stellar actors was ever better than they were in this. If you haven’t seen it, we have nothing further to discuss. If you have, now you get to see it again, in a roomful of people who will be laughing, swooning, sighing, and sniffling right along with you.
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