What passing interest there might be in this humorless Italian film rests in guessing just how many women Giancarlo Giannini is going to bed before it's over. Unlike the inveterate bachelor that Giannini plays, the sex gets old quickly. "My one accomplishment," says a broken-down Giannini just before the end, "is my stupid sensuality." Stupid is right. In Italian with subtitles. (R)

Reach into your Southern California cliché bag and what do you get? This schmaltzy, overorchestrated concoction of freeways, aspiring starlets, recording studios and one-night stands. Writer/ producer/director Joe Brooks is best known for his slick advertising jingles (Pepsi-Cola, Dr. Pepper) and perhaps should be content with his residuals. But newcomer Didi Conn (Raggedy Ann's voice in the recent animated version) gives a delightfully unrestrained performance as a third-rate comedienne trying to make it as a singer-songwriter. A catchy title tune but the rest of this low-budget musical comedy is pure corn. If it's any indication, the winningest character is a clam. (PG)

Dennis (Easy Rider) Hopper may well be the worst American actor on the screen today—and this turkey more than matches his lack of talent. Bruno Ganz is persuaded to murder a total stranger in a Paris Metro station, but the reasons (and Hopper's presence) are as murky as the plot. Blame for this fiasco must rest with Wim Wenders, a fine German director who slips badly here, but why belabor the point: take a friend to lunch instead. (Unrated)

In this low-budget, oddly endearing attempt to cash in on the popularity of The Van, a trio of innocent-faced, foul-mouthed kids take off from California's San Fernando Valley for Alaska in a converted Pontiac hearse. What salvages the flick, produced by Bruce Cohn Curtis, great-nephew of Columbia mogul Harry Cohn, are finely tuned performances by four second-generation actors: Desi Arnaz Jr., Robert Carradine (another Carradine!), Tippi Hedren's daughter, Melanie Griffith, and Anne Lockhart, daughter of June. (R)