Directed by Nora Ephron. Rated R for profanity, sexuality, some drug use and brief violence. Both director and star crap out. Travolta plays Harrisburg, Pa., weatherman Russ Richards, a media personality so popular he has his own parking spot and reserved table at Denny's, and his mug beams from billboards all over town. He's got a cool car, a great house - and a load of debt from his latest venture, a snowmobile dealership.
Problem is, Harrisburg is going through a very green winter.
And the bank is foreclosing on his home. Let's just say things don't quite run as smoothly as planned. Unfortunately, as the plot twists and double-crosses add up, the tone of the flick goes haywire. What starts off as a perky comedy begins to rack up a body count, and Ephron seems unsure if she's making a farce or a tragedy. In the early scenes, as the big fish in this little pond, Travolta is a wonderful mix of fake smiles and piled-on smarm.