One of my favorite movies...however, I am a Jewish woman who grew up in the 1960’s. You had to be there.
This movie had so many problems.
The whole conflict between Baby and her dad over Johnny could have been avoided if she would have just told him that the waiter (was his name Robbie?) was the father of the pregnant girl with a 22-inch Scarlett O’Hara waist’s baby. Or when the dad asks when treating her, “Who’s responsible for this girl?”, and Johnny says, “I am” he gave the false impression that he was the father. Most men in his situation wouldn’t have done that. I could go on and on......