Picks and Pans Review: Hard to Hold

UPDATED 04/23/1984 at 01:00 AM EST Originally published 04/23/1984 at 01:00 AM EST

Fast women, fast cars, living on the razor's edge: Such are the hardships of a Hollywood rock star's life. For those who haven't had enough of such travail, director Larry (Love Child) Peerce has created this 93-minute cliché to hammer the point home once again. Soap opera-recording star Rick Springfield, in his movie debut, plays this season's poor little super-rocker. Really just looking for true love, he's trapped in his prison of glitz. Try to hold back the tears, everyone. Springfield, trying to bounce from his musical success into Hollywood the way he careered off General Hospital into musical stardom, is laughable. But then screenwriter Tom (Flashdance) Hedley packs the script with such howlers as "It's tough being a star. People think it's all tits and champagne." Springfield's bubble-dumb rock voice chirps annoyingly throughout most of the sound track—he wrote seven of its songs too—and yet he performs onscreen for only six minutes. Janet (Romantic Comedy) Eilber, who becomes the object of Springfield's romantic obsession, is right out of central casting, the Girlfriend, Pop Star's Snooty" section: She's an intellectual who's never even heard of Rick and resists his five-dozen-roses advances until she is convinced he is more or less human. Will Eilber leave on the proverbial jet plane? Will Springfield rush straight from a concert to the scene of her departure? Will they hug and kiss ecstatically? "Love is hard to find when the whole world is watching," the ad tells us. With anyone watching, this movie is hard to take. (PG)

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