Based on a play by David Mamet, this wasa film I desperately wanted to see at the plucky age of 16 as I was so in love with Demi Moore. Those were the days when she was a teenage babe, not the larger-than-life force she is today (or was until her virtual disappearance from Hollywood post- GI Jane with the reputation for ridiculous demands and wretched excess). It was also the heyday of Rob Lowe, still in command of the brat-pack cool that contemporaries like Judd Nelson and Andrew McCarthy shared at the time.

In the late 80s, love and sex were a battlefield – get it where you can and back out quick (preferably before they wake up). But something unthinkable happens to Danny and Debbie when they want to keep seeing each other.

With their respective (and outraged) best friends Jim Belushi and Elizabeth Perkins trying to talk them out of their romantic entanglement and keep playing the field like self-respecting twentysomethings, it follows a typical love story premise; boy meets girl, they succeed above all the odds in making their love work in the uncertain world of relationships.

Like many love stories, it's about the risks between what you lose and what you gain by being in love, in this case laid over the world of young professionals, directed by a funny little bearded guy who'd be known for sweeping, epic war movies 15 years down the track.

And I could never look at a bath the same again.