Daniel is a wily, original leading man. He's got looks that verge on the conventional and, right at the brink, become appealingly peculiar. Despite the long, straight line of his profile, he tends to ease into a hang-dog expression. But as soon as Griffith's lulu of a Lulu shanghais him at a Soho cafe -- and then takes him on a road that leads to New Jersey, Pennsylvania and Virginia -- he turns into a yuppie puppy. He breaks into glorious naive smiles, or twisted, quizzical furtive glances. He gets frisky, even snarly.