Scott Marks 11:30 a.m., Sept. 28
Peggy Sue Got Married
And then she had two children, and she turned forty, and her husband cheated on her, and now, in the present tense, she attends her Twenty-Five-Year Class Reunion, passes out under the weight of the Prom Queen crown, and wakes up in the middle of Blood Drive, 1960, with a chance to do it all over again. Competently professional, adequately inventive, abjectly commercial, and, considering it comes from Francis (forget the Ford) Coppola, moderately embarrassing. It avoids none of the usual potholes of logic in the path of any time-travel tale (the heroine lets out a whinny of hilarity over her father's purchase of an Edsel, as if this were a new revelation to her instead of, what it would naturally be, a long-standing and footsore family joke), and the alternative explanation that the whole thing is Only A Dream would be no better than a cheat -- not to mention that it would run into a whole new itinerary of potholes as dream depiction. With Kathleen Turner, Nicolas Cage, Barry Miller, and Kevin J. O'Connor. 1986.