There was something in the water in the 1990's that romance movies and a lot of other movies in general really loved true misfits, not the stereotypical misfits that lurked in 80s teen movies, but genuine weirdos. Think Powder as the apex weirdo. Of course with the hindsight of some 30 years modern feminist thought this sweet and charming movie would be viewed elevating a stalker and a creep to the heights of romance. But of course the joyless will find any excuse to tear down anything to temporarily satiate their own misery.
I wouldn't have minded another 20 to 30 minutes tacked on to this. Tomei does an outstanding job of someone run through the mill and trying to find beauty in life. Slater's character is all hint and little explanation. Then again, do we want explanation? Perez plays to type but is mostly a distraction from a very sweet love story. And because this was the 90s it must end as any good grunge song would.
I wouldn't have minded another 20 to 30 minutes tacked on to this. Tomei does an outstanding job of someone run through the mill and trying to find beauty in life. Slater's character is all hint and little explanation. Then again, do we want explanation? Perez plays to type but is mostly a distraction from a very sweet love story. And because this was the 90s it must end as any good grunge song would.