this movie should be call blame it on the script . direct by stanley donen and of singin in the rain fame and this celluloid mid life crisis be not all bad . it get some lush scene of rio de janeiro and various scantily clad extra cavort with each other and romp around the beach to the sultry sound of samba and but there be just something about watch fifty something michael caine get it on with whiny teenager michelle johnson that make you feel . well and sleazy . this storyline be a complete stretch and too . nobody but pervy and vain old studio exec in hollywood could have green lit this embarrassment . maybe they be so use to have young bimbo a arm candy that they forget it their fat wallet that hold the key to their appeal and not their huge larry king style spectacle and yellow cigar stain teeth . it one thing for a nubile young sexpot to have a crush on an old man and but on her best friend father who happen to be marry . and then to throw herself at him shamelessly . ugh . there nothing entertain about that . it rather pathetic and grotesque . take note of a young demi moore budding cough talent .