Picks and Pans Review: Perfect People
updated 02/29/1988 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 02/29/1988 AT 01:00 AM EST
To play her part, beauty Lauren Hutton puts on jowls, saddlebags, lumpy thighs and ratty hair. Perry King puts on more jowls, wrinkles, gray hairs and a potbelly. But they are not, thank goodness, graduates of the Farrah Fawcett Make-Yourself-Ugly-and-the-World-Will-Call-You-an-Actor School of the Performing Arts. No, they did it for a laugh. Hut-ton and King play a once-handsome but now-dumpy couple who decide to mark their 20th anniversary by reclaiming their lost youth, beauty and passion with exercise, health foods, diet pills, plastic surgery, hair transplants, liposuction and other forms of fitness obsession. The moral of the story—homeliness is only skin deep—is as obvious as most of the gags. Perfect People would have been better as the plot of a Moonlighting or another hour-long show; as a two-hour movie it looks as stretched and labored as a fat man on a rowing machine. But Hutton and King try hard to have fun as temporarily ugly people. Thanks to them, the show is a sweet, small treat.