Fugin Kline and Fugbe Cates

Poor Phoebe Cates. It doesn't matter how good you look for your age if you forgot to flash-test your dress.

Although at least she's wearing a bra and panties; score one point for the wisdom of the older generation, many of whom at least know that a girl's birth canal ought not be available to the public for scenic tours.

Unfortunately, all those bonus points are immediately wiped away from Phoebe by the wild-eyed man standing next to her, whom I know on the surface to be Kevin Kline, but who more accurately represents Kline if somebody crossed him with Rip Taylor. I'm not entirely sure why anyone would do that -- isn't Kevin Kline sometimes manic enough? -- but by the look of him, it's so he can have two careers: One as a Serious Actor who is angling for a place at the Deadwood movie's banquet table of edible scenery,  and one as a roadshow entrepreneur who is angry to learn that his twelve cases of Dr. Rippenkline's Uberionic Ultracolonic Supersonic Youth Tonic only sold for a nickel to a dude who promptly emptied them out so he could get cash for recycling the bottles.