David, who IS this that you've invited to critique the film? This isn't even a valid critique of the film, just a snotty opinion piece, and undeserving of Indy ink.
Everyone (well, almost everyone) knows that this film is a work of f-i-c-t-i-o-n, and as such is entitled to a little device called "literary license." I don't recall anything in the story claiming it to be documentary material or "realistic." Authentic, maybe, but this was not a travelogue.
The film is a comedy. The film is a romance. The film is an original work by a talented filmmaker who gave us something with a bit more panache and thoughtfulness than a lot of studio offerings in 1988 (remember RED HEAT? COCKTAIL? JOHNNY BE GOOD? CASUAL SEX? RAMBO III? MY STEPMOTHER IS AN ALIEN?). I recall being bored in Elizabeth City and tossing a coin to attend a second viewing of BEETLEJUICE or BULL DURHAM. Tim Burton's film won the coin toss, but years later I can still respect Ron Shelton's sensitivity in portraying older characters coming to terms with dissatisfaction with their lives and themselves. That he didn't showcase more of Durham (or wedge some tobacco reference into a film about baseball and romance) shouldn't disappoint an appreciative viewer. The film was funny, had an appealing cast, some sexy hijinks, and a happy ending. That it was filmed on location here is probably the source of local affection for the film, period. No one needs a film school degree to solve that mystery. Sourpusses who've only seen the film twice are welcome to exit the theater quietly via a side door.
Ate here on a late Friday night (closing the place). A large local Indian and Asian clientele fills up Bamboo Garden regularly. A very extensive menu with pretty reasonable prices, and some unusual treats (like the weird custom made Indian curry soda that we sampled). In all, a great dining stop, and a good date location.
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