The Secret of My Success is a bedroom farce with a leaden touch, a corporate comedy without teeth. What it does have is Michael J. Fox in a winning performance as a likable hick out to hit the big time in New York.
Fresh off the bus from Kansas, Brantley Foster (Fox) doesn’t want to return until he has a penthouse, jacuzzi, a beautiful girlfriend and a private jet he can go home in. His ideals are a yuppie’s dream.
Fox encounters the predictable crime-infested corners of New York and his squalid apartment is furnished with roaches and rats. When he meets his dream girl (Helen Slater), he is literally thunderstruck.
After young Brantley lands a job in the mailroom of an anonymous NY corporation his big chance comes when he takes over an abandoned office and sets himself up as a young exec.
Fox, in spite of his inherent charm, lacks a genuine personality and is neither country bumpkin nor city sharpie. Consequently, the film lacks a consistent tone or style.