Comedic actor turned writer-director Mike Binder first added the hyphenate to his resumé with this dreadful coming-of-age tale that's essentially an R-rated carbon copy of his first script, the treacly Coupe De Ville. Once again resorting to the bickering-young-guys-in-a-car template, Binder adds drugs, girls, and pre-Vietnam tension, and the result is a tone more schizophrenic than that of some experimental films. While lead Josh Charles' syrupy, spell-it-out narration may indicate that his is a halcyon era of innocence never to be reclaimed, the three "best buddies" who embark on the script's improbable drug heist don't seem to have much in common, nor do they seem to even like one another (contrary to the voice-over's claims). At best, the characters share a mutual annoyance bolstered by their own ignorance of the world. American Graffiti covered the nostalgia-trip territory much better years prior to Binder's film, and Trainspotting would more successfully ply the fractured-friends-attempt-a-drug-heist angle years later, making Crossing the Bridge a truly superfluous journey.