I think I'd like to be Michael Goldenberg's girlfriend. He wrote and directed
"Bed of Roses" but that certainly isn't why. Goldberg must be
some sort of incurable romantic to believe that a female investment banker,
who receives flowers and then sees the delievery man standing outside her
apartment starring at her, would fall for the guy. Most women would call
the cops and get a restraining order! But no...Mary Stuart Masterson, who
is supposed to have some deep dark past, leaps into a relationship with
Christian Slater, the floral delivery man with a supposed deep dark past
too. I kept hoping that one or the other would turn truly psychotic just
to give the story some spice.
While the visuals and music are entertaining, little else is. Christian
looks great, Mary looks great, the flowers look great, but the whole thing
comes off as an artificial arrangement. For a first time director, it isn't
bad, but it isn't great either. We need more romantic fairy tales, but "Bed
of Roses" wilts.