Until such time that he cranks out a stinker which will be news, Paul Thomas as a director is maintaining a very keen degreeof consistency in his finished product.
The only element which the camera doesn't capture is the degree of subtlety in The Brat series. From the time Jamie Summers came on the scene as The Brat, you'll notice first by comparison of sets that Debbie (Summers) and her husband Morty seem to be going downwardly mobile. Their home furnishings are getting progressively cheaper and Morty is getting progressively more like Stuart Markowitz of L.A. Law. So by the time this feature rolls around, and Summers leaves her husband for the umpteenth time, you're rooting for the $90 jar of cold creme she keeps on her bedroom end table.
Her latest marital tiff takes her to momma (her real life mom) who looks like a cross between actress Salome Jens and adult actress Sharon Kane. But mom dispenses wisdom that makes her daughter blush. Besides, mom is playing house with jock doc Tom (Allen Bassenger) who reminds you an awful lot of Cliff the mailman on "Cheers," and dispenses his own brand of philosophy in much the same way. Doc Tom is rooting for a matchup between his son Earl (Scott Irish) and Debbie who now wants to be called Jamie. A name probably easier for her to remember. Only Debbie/Jamie falls for daughter Sheila (Gail Force). It gets goofy, but the storyline is cute and the lines are funny.
Doc's a man of the Eighties but he's even having a tough time swallowing the "weird ass college lesbo bullshit" between Force and Summers. But no fear that this puts restraints on the inevitable happy ending. Morty and Debbie get back together for the umpteenth time and await the next adventure.