I couldn't help but compare Charles Willeford's book with the movie version as I was reading it. I remember seeing the film in the theater back in the spring of 1990, and I've seen it about a dozen times since then. It really is a wonderful film; and the novel is equally good, if not as playful as George Armitage's adaptation. Both have a wicked streak of black humor, but I wonder if Alec Baldwin's mischievous take on Junior gives the film a lighter feel. Both are highly recommended.