In The Pope of Greenwich Village, Rourke plays Charlie. He’s Italian (just go with it) and when the film opens, he’s a maître d’ at a posh neighborhood restaurant. Roberts plays his cousin, Paulie (yes, also Italian. Again, just go with it), who works as a waiter in the same restaurant. Charlie seems to be doing okay for himself. He’s apparently doing well enough to buy out an entire stock of the local Chess King. He lives in an okay loft with his girlfriend, Diane, who is smokin’ hot (played by the smokin’ hot 1980’s Daryl Hannah). She’s an aerobics instructor with a heart of gold. No, wait. She’s just an aerobics instructor who wants to move to the country with her man. Is he the guy to give her that dream? Fuck, no. He’s a bit of a gambler (who, apparently does not know when to hold ‘em or fold ‘em because he plays the numbers, bets on horses, etc.).

Charlie don’t surf and Charlie sure as shit does not want to move to Maine. I mean, he says he does but, really, it’s just for her benefit. He’s saddled with an ex-wife and a kid to whom he begrudgingly pays money, so there is that. That relationship might have given Diane a clue but, you know….