SOURCE: "Smut in Your Eye: Scott's 'True Romance,'" in Commonweal, October 22, 1993, pp. 22-4.

In the following review, Alleva offers unfavorable evaluation of True Romance.

Want to feel like a fool? Go see True Romance. That will do the trick.

For starters, there's the fictional company you will have to keep. The hero is an Elvis-obsessed, moronic piece of white trash named Clarence Worley who, when he's not clerking in a comic-book store (where he reverently samples the product), doesn't get out of his apartment much, although he always treats himself to a Kung-fu triple feature on his birthday. And, get this, his favorite chop-socky star isn't the dynamic Bruce Lee or the endearing Karate clown, Jackie Chan, but the bestial Sonny Chiba, who tears off the gonads of his opponents and holds them up to the camera for our delectation. Clarence's latest such excursion rewards him with...