John Travolta stars in this cheesy but enjoyable flick from the gap between his 70s superstardom and his current late 90s A-list career. He plays a reporter for Rolling Stone who flies to California to try to get an interview with MacKenzie, a high profile businessman who’s being tried on drug charges. While he’s in LA, he decides to start on another story. Health clubs are rapidly multiplying, and Travolta suspects that they’re becoming the new singles bars of the 80s. So he starts snooping around gyms, but what he finds is unexpected: a charming, bright, take-no-shit aerobics teacher played by Jamie Lee Curtis. She has had bad experiences with the media, so she tries to teach Travolta something about ethics, and some romance also appears…

Actually, this film is not that stupid at its core. It’s an interesting take on journalism, based on real events from the life of a Rolling Stone correspondent. As for the health clubs, the film shows that if there is something superficial about them, they also respond to a need of people wanting to be the best they can in hope it will help them find love. But now I’m being the devil’s advocate: as insightful as the film can be here and there, it’s a pretty crummy picture for the most part. The story is conventional and predictable, and the direction is really not very sophisticated. You can’t say it ain’t ridiculous to witness romance between sweaty people working out in ugly clothes! This is a 1985 film, so the haircuts, the clothes and the music seem so dated! Jermaine Jackson? Wham!? Boy George!?! So this isn’t that deep a film, and the ending seemed botched to me, but Curtis and Travolta give decent performances and I had fun watching them together. You could say this is a minor guilty pleasure.