...it EFFING SUCKS!
[warning, spoilers below]
ok, let's say i forget the fact that kevin bacon is uglier than sin and his girlfriend has a wedding cake of makeup on her, lets say i forget the fact that the messengers are never sweaty, or that the ones that ride geared bikes shift the WRONG way when they're trying to "speed" up.
let's say i forget that it borrows all the wrong movie archetypes and tropes from movies of car chases and chariots, where people try to outrun each other on the same track (unlke bikes, which can turn around in a small space, go the wrong way, etc) which leads to hilarious "chase" sequences where the biker can escape anytime, anyway.
let's say i forget the cheesy romantic scenes that have absolutely zero chemistry; that in one scene that dancer girl loves him and another she doesn't. let's say i forget the ridiculuousness of his biker friends and especially his mentally ******** friend who, like a puppy, walks around and asks kevin bacon for his advice on EVERYTHING -- how can he be simultaneously portrayed as "street smart" and still be such an ****ing moron?
no, what really pissed me off the most was that ultimately, this movie glorified CAR and BUSINESS culture. we're supposed to think that the movie is about forgetting money and living life on the edge; instead, when kevin really wants to get back on top, he doesn't just work harder, he gambles at a casino-like stock exchange, with his friend (the only man in the universe possibly uglier than him) in order to make extra money. then "he's got it back," and we cut to the scene where he "just got some job offers" and he's in a tie and his girlfriend is now searching for jobs and everyone is a happy normative american unit: back to dealing in money instead of actually enjoying the bike.
so ultimately it is a consumer movie in hiding; it is a movie that momentarily commodifies the bike culture only to say "it's still child's play, don't do it." **** quicksilver.