Montage of skinny dipping girly juxtaposed with beating a kangaroo to death. Not sure what that signifies, but it sure beats watching college basketball.
A waaaaay less teeny-bop precursor to Ferris Bueller's Day Off, and more of an early 1980s dark comic criticism of capitalism in America, this movie is much better than its famous Bob Seger-fueled underwear dance scene. I always wondered what Jerry Maguire was like in high school and now I know. (And that Tangerine Dream score is fucking great. Extra 1/2 star!)