Coming to America (1988)
|We're not rich. We're wearing normal, common, everyday clothes...|
*So this one is R-rated and I really don't recommend it in it's unedited form (Heck, I wouldn't even know what I was recommending!) but this shows up in endless cable programming often enough that I'll give it a pass and tell you to catch it there.
Hilltop Tryst has several visits to grand hotels. Betty Debbie remembered with fondness a movie with a last, desperate trip to one such:
Gosh, I love Queen Latifah. Gosh, I love LL Cool J.
Robert Ebert wrote: The movie "takes advantage of the great good nature and warmth of Queen Latifah, and uses it to transform a creaky old formula into a comedy that is just plain lovable. To describe the plot is to miss the point, because this plot could have been made into countless movies not as funny and charming as this one ... All depends on the Queen, who has been known to go over the top on occasion, but in this film finds all the right notes and dances to them delightfully. It is good to attend to important cinema like Syriana and Munich, but on occasion we must be open to movies that have more modest ambitions: They only want to amuse us, warm us, and make us feel good. Last Holiday plays like a hug.
That's just how I feel about Betty Neels books.