Let's be COLOR OF NIGHT (1994)!

I'm Bruce's dick.

I remember a friend in grad school dragged me to Blockbuster and forced me to sit through that garbage, just for a brief glance at Bruce Willis' cock. I still haven't forgiven him for that, 30 years later.

I’m Lauren Christy’s histrionic title song- it’s going to bring about international stardom! Just wait!

Aha, I was wondering what happened to her career, which started with such a bang with The Lover.

Wiki:

"While Color of Night was in production, March began dating the film's co-producer, Carmine Zozzora. The couple married in June 1993 in an 11-minute ceremony at which Willis was the best man and Demi Moore was the maid of honour. According to Color of Night director Richard Rush, March still received many offers from Hollywood studios after the film's release, but Zozzora required the studios to also hire him as the producer for any film in which March would star, a condition most studios rejected. For this reason, March did not star in more films during their marriage."

The title track in all of its shimmering bathos!

I’m the heart attack the director suffered while trying to complete this film.

I'm the all-too-brief glimpses of Andrew Lowery's surprisingly buff physique, which make some in the audience feel a bit less bad for what he does to "Richie."