Film

Romancing the Stone

Name: Romancing the Stone
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Action, Adventure
Released: 1984
Cast: Michael Douglas, Kathleen Turner, Danny DeVito, Zack Norman, Alfonso Arau

A jittery romance novelist gets dragged from her Manhattan apartment into the actual pulp adventure she's spent her career writing — jungle, mercenaries, a smuggler with a gun and a smirk, a lost emerald. It's fast, funny, a little dumb in the best way, and Turner and Douglas have the kind of chemistry that makes the plot feel beside the point. Pure comfort-watch swashbuckle for anyone who likes their romance with mud on it.

TMDb rating

6.8

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