Scripters have moved the setting of their stage version from the loose environs of a Club Med-type playground to a health and fitness resort, the Oasis [and added a question mark at the end of the title]. Now it’s Lea Thompson and Victoria Jackson huffing and puffing through exercises as the excuse to meet an athletic guy who they suppose will have equally healthy attitudes about sex in these precarious times.
They spend a lot of time talking about the joys and disappointments of sex and how much each of them – especially Thompson as the formerly promiscuous Stacy – misses the occasional romp in the sack. With the late 1980s sensibility, their sex conversations are peppered with the girls’ finding their own identities in relationships with men outside the sex act. Is it mature? Yes. Is it funny? No.
Andrew Dice Clay stands out as the Italian palooka from Jersey with the thick New Yawk accent and equally unsophisticated approach to the opposite sex. Stephen Shellen and Jerry Levine, objects of desire for Thompson and Jackson respectively, are typecast as nice dumb jocks and Oasis exercise instructors.
All of the inventiveness on this subject comes through when the girls’ imaginations take over and director Genevieve Robert makes more of these diversions than any other.