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Movie Review: Some Kind Of Wonderful

    Hey, everyone. I re-watched an older movie this evening called Some Kind Of Wonderful. If you must watch a teen movie about coming of age and dating, this has to be one of the best. Here's the recipe.
    Eric Stolz plays the role of Keith Nelson who is about to graduate High School. His dad is obsessed with the idea of Keith going to college; Keith doesn't care for the idea. No, Keith is almost obsessed with Amanda Jones, played by Lea Thompson, who is out of his league. Or so he thinks. Keith is a guy that works as an auto mechanic during his non-school hours and manages to be a pretty darn good artist as well. In my opinion he is in anybody's league.
      His best friend certainly thinks so. His best friend happens to be a tom-boy named Watts. She is a drummer and a feisty little chick who is madly in love with Keith. Keith has no clue. Watts is played by a little cutie named Mary Stuart Masterson. Frankly, she steals the show. For that matter, all the acting is good in the show. When that happens you can almost bet the movie had a good director; am I right?
     So, Keith actually gets his dream date with Amanda, even though the school's upper crust plots against him. His faithful friend Watts, who loves him, drives the clueless Keith around on the date that night, which is only part of the potential for fireworks. The way it turns out..., just kidding.
    You could do a lot worse things on Saturday night, believe me, than watching this movie. From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
P.S. I unreservedly rate this as 5 stars out of 5.
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