Goofy and sweet, L.A. Story constitutes Steve Martin’s satiric valentine to his hometown and a pretty funny comedy in the bargain.
Martin is in typically nutty form as an LA TV meteorologist who doesn’t hestitate to take the weekends off since the weather isn’t bound to change. What he can’t predict, however, is the lightning bolt that hits him in the form of Brit journalist Victoria Tennant, who arrives to dish up the latest English assessment of America’s new melting pot.
Martin’s relationship with his snooty longtime g.f. Marilu Henner is essentially over and, convinced that nothing can ever happen with his dreamgirl, he stumblingly takes up with ditzy shopgirl Sarah Jessica Parker.
Even after Martin and Tennant have gotten together and he has declared the grandest of romantic intentions, the future looks impossible, as she has promised her ex (Richard E. Grant) to attempt a reconciliation.
Despite the frantic style, the feeling behind Martin’s view of life and love in LA comes through, helped by the seductively adoring treatment of Tennant (actually Martin’s wife).