Dalbert Pringle While viewing Rhinestone there were 2 specific things that I instantly learnt about Stallone. One - He can't act. And, Two - He can't sing.Well, actually I know these 2 very obvious things about Stallone, already. (I mean, who doesn't?) - Rhinestone only confirmed them.Rhinestone is quite deservedly listed as one of the 100 Worst Movies ever made. After having to endure acres, upon acres, of the most unfunny dialogue imaginable, it's clear to see the reason why.Apparently, Stallone, who had a special "control" clause in his contract, ordered so many changes to the original screenplay (which, of course, allowed him to be in every possible scene), that he ran into all sorts of nasty conflicts with both the Screenwriter, Phil Robinson, and Directer, Bob Clark. Things got so bad that Clark refused to ever work with Stallone again.Rhinestone's story is basically simple and dumb - Or - Should I just say "simply dumb"? Jake Farris, an aspiring Country singer in NYC (played by Dolly Parton), makes a bet with her sleazoid boss, Freddy, that she can teach any old nobody to be a singer. And the nobody that Jake picks out as her "trainee" is a real nobody, indeed, named Nick Martinelli, a thoroughly obnoxious nobody NYC cabdriver.I must say that when it came to playing a thoroughly obnoxious nobody cabdriver, Stallone was, for once, perfectly cast.As I understand it - Stallone, himself, publicly admitted that Rhinestone was a mistake, being the one film that he regretted ever making. Well, I'm tellin' ya - Stallone isn't the only one who regrets that he made this film - I'm another one, for sure.

peacetousa I was 9 years old when this movie came out and I saw it then and have seen it HUNDREDS of times(literally!!!)since. I'm watching it right now even with my two daughters and my 3 step kids. When my sisters and I were growing up we had the VHS tape and would watch it over and over and over again. We LOVE it!! It is hilarious!!!!! I agree with all the posts on here that gave the movie good reviews. It's not a movie with hidden meaning or to be taken too seriously. Just prop your feet up, relax, grab a cold one and crack up laughing. That's all you need to do! It's very entertaining fun! And my sisters and I quote the movie constantly. We have the whole movie memorized and LOVE to quote it! I highly recommend seeing it.

mterrebonne01 I have always like watching Stallone movies growing up. I did see this movie when it first came out but that was so long ago, I had to watch again. I don't remember laughing this much the first time I saw it. I bought the movie and love it. I think Dolly and Stallone did an awesome job. Very light hearted and hilarious! If you're in the mood for something not too serious, then this is the movie to see. Plenty of laughs! I mean when else do you get to see Stallone in a movie where he's not shooting people or boxing in the ring. Don't get me wrong, good or bad, I've loved every Stallone movie I've had the privilege of watching.

HughBennie-777 About as funny as an abortion. Watching Sylvester Stallone do comedy is like watching a jock in cheerleader attire dance at a high-school pep assembly; humor for the complacent-minded, the brain-damaged conformist, or your average sports enthusiast/Jim Belushi fan. The attempts at comedy in this flick are so crippled, so castrated, so anemic in intension, construction, and delivery, one almost feels light-headed with embarrassment. Stallone is NYC cabbie Nick Martinelli who's being groomed for country singer-stardom by Dolly Parton. This task, the movie reminds us, constantly, is as challenging as it will be ripe with comedic adventures--none of which the movie delivers. For the first hour, "Rhinestone" plays like a harmless, 1984 sitcom pilot. In its last 30 minutes, director Bob Clark decides (or was forced) to let a shameless, ego-dripping Stallone engage in enough free-for-all mugging, ad-libbing, facial slapstick, and moments of smirking self-mockery to make fans of Clint Eastwood's monkey movies appear subscribers to Cineaste. You know a comedy is doomed when so much self-indulgent effort on the part of its star can't compete with a sight gag of him stepping in a cow pie. I don't see how the supporting cast were able to function on this movie, aware of the fact that they were creating the comedy equivalent of a snuff film. And by the 3rd week of production, out of devotion to Rocky or Rambo, didn't the crew members feel compelled to ask, "Do I have to come to set, today?", this not out of spite for Stallone's vanity project, itself, but to not contribute to the humiliating spectacle of Stallone's self-immolation. In one memorable scene, Parton strums a guitar in her room, singing: "I stroke your perfect body..." Stallone interrupts by entering the room. Parton replies, "Perfect timing, perfect body." It's a romantic interlude almost as stirring as Stallone's musical numbers which the viewer, with his/her abdominal cavity slowly filling with dread (and nausea), soon realizes is actually meant to be taken seriously. Noisy, obnoxious, the flick lacks even a shred of bad-movie criteria for a night of laughs at the expense of its cheesiness. Rent "Staying Alive" if you want some legitimate, inadvertent hilarity. Here, the guffawing, over-acting movie extras in the background--compared to Stallone in the foreground--are preferable camera subjects. Here, sadly, the late Bob Clark engineers a train wreck of a movie.