Bryan Flanagan (cruise), putlocker engaged in business watch, takes part in the work as a cocktail waiter and is obsessed with, apparently, the glamorous world of bar rugs and sticky linoleum. He sends his skills to Jamaica, falls in love and sheds some sort of blasphemous poetry.
Cocktail should be one of the most annoying films that will appear for quite some time. So awful is his predictability – it’s terribly obvious from the frame that by the time the words “End” appear, Tom Cruise is destined to finish the booty, the girl, the sparkling career in the bar and his mores are almost untouched.
There is a bit of relief from Bryan Brown, like a crazy, laconic bartender Doug, but the feeling is that Brown and Cruz collected much more fun from the movie (they hunted New York bars for a few weeks for “research” purposes), What we’ll be Watch him. In fact, the remarkable success of the cocktail can be
attributed only to one of the factors: the extraordinary charismatic charm of Tom Cruise, all shimmering teeth and a Hawaiian shirt. (It’s interesting that this was his last film before he made a giant leap from a Brat Pack member to a serious actor in Rain Man).
Cocktail is probably useful as a plate of meaningless, extremely decorative, fantastic entertainment (when was the last time you applauded the bar, for the circus share – as patrons in the film – instead of just getting along with gin and tonic?).
The cruise oozes the same way as in Top Gun and The Color of Money, but the combination of bar acrobatics and Caribbean love is not so close that you are drunk.