

Just as their relationship starts to heat up, Rory is given a devastating medical prognosis.ĭespite such potentially interesting but insufficiently developed subplots as Rory being the subject of a linguistics study involving his native Gaelic, The Etruscan Smile (the inconsequential title stems from ancient statues that he admires in a museum) traffics in familiar emotional beats. Claudia initially reacts coolly to the gruff Scotsman’s unconventional attempts at charm, but she’s eventually won over. And he wears a kilt to a fancy gala, recoiling from the fancy drinks being served and telling the flustered bartender, “Just give me something that will burn my throat on its way down.”Ī little of this Crocodile Dundee-style humor goes a long way, but just as it threatens to become insufferable the film launches into a touching storyline concerning the burgeoning romance between Rory and museum curator Claudia (a charming Rosanna Arquette).

He continues his penchant for skinny-dipping, which gets him into trouble with law enforcement when he tries it in San Francisco Bay. In all-too-predictable fashion, Rory proves a fish-out-of-water in the cosmopolitan city, disdaining his chef son’s gastronomic cuisine and instead instructing a butcher, “Give me the bloodiest thing you’ve got” and sharing the resulting piece of blood sausage with his toddler grandson.
