Dan Aykroyd – 1991 –
USA
Anyone who cares
knows the rap on this movie already, (and I don’t disagree with it), so I won’t
waste a lot of time repeating what you’ll hear anywhere else. For me, this is the worst kind of comedy
because it’s fueled by arrogance more than any desire to tell a story or to
delight an audience. I can forgive a
film that has its heart in the right place but may simply stumble here and
there. But here, the mindset going in
seems to be that Chevy Chase, Dan Aykroyd and John Candy making faces and
dressing up in heavy make-up should automatically be hilarious, and therefore
nobody has to worry about actually writing anything good. As the driving force behind this mess,
Aykroyd – (writing and directing his one and only feature) – deserves pretty
much all of the blame. Granted, a thousand
hack directors could have made the film just as awful, but if Aykroyd had had
any sense, he might’ve realized that there would have been some potential for
hope if he’d agreed to let a good director take charge.
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