Slightly dirty, very funny and at times even sensitive, Skin Deep is a perfect film to curl up to on a Sunday evening and laugh well into the night. There's something charming about the late 80's and early 90's comedies that I like, perhaps since it was during my own childhood that they were made but there's something organic to them that many of today's movies lack like the grittiness and the look of the lenses it was shot with versus plastic and computer like movies of today.
The humor here is constant; John Ritter portrays a writer who's not only full of himself but also completely addicted to women and alcohol. After his marriage fails (it might have something to do with his many girlfriends) he falls into a slump, he can't write, he cant hold a relationship ( or doesn't want to) and is still obsessed with his ex wife, claiming that she's the only one who can fix him. There's non stop action and jokes, my favorite part was when he followed a foxy looking chick into a spa like retreat only to be subjected to electric shock therapy by an ex, walking out in jitters and at one point tripping on the stairs and grabbing someone's papers spilling them all over the building and then when he ran into a blind man, and couldn't let go of his walking stick, I was laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe, and I cant remember last time that happened to me. I adored that there was a lot of heart in this, one really rooted for the poor deflated author who skimmed the surface of life with empty things that stopped exciting him after a while, and once the crazy things don't make you tick what is left to do? Trying his best to sober up he takes a new lease on life and wraps the story up with a great ending. I adored the whole movie and had a great time watching it.
- Kasia S.
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In yet another of a long line of lame Blake Edwards's films in the 1980s, John Ritter stars as a compulsive womanizer trying to get his impulses under control as he seeks to reconcile with his ex-wife. But his gonads get the better of him every time, and they also get the better of the jokes here, which are distinctly few and far between. Indeed, the film has only one sure laugh, a rather tasteless scene involving a darkened room, glow-in-the-dark condoms, and two men, neither of whom realizes the other is there until the lights go out and they've stripped for action.--Marshall Fine