Best casting job ever:
In this film, Warner must do the impossible:
1. Be good looking enough to play the lead female role in a major motion picture.
2. Be not-so-good-looking enough to make us believe that she could fall in love with Chris Farley.
And she accomplishes both objectives brilliantly.
In Tommy Boy, Warner skirts that line between good looking but not-too-good-looking with remarkable precision. She does this with the help of a coat and some flannel, in order to conceal her body a bit, but when she kisses Chris Farley’s character at the end of the film, I somehow believe that this fairly good looking girl is in his league.