If this wasn't already filmed in the '80s, it would be the perfect farcical representation of the decade, right down to the framed picture of Reagan on the Dukes' desk and Curtis' chunky geometric earrings. By all means, go topless to go to bed, but never, ever remove the earrings. It's not like they're uncomfortable or anything.
You will either love, or hate, this movie. You will either love the screwball comedy, or get angry at the machinations of two rich, bored, old white guys. It is, however, completely chock-full of funny moments, and featured a lot of talent that went on to become famous in their own right.
Younger viewers who missed the '80s may be shocked at Eddie Murphy's then less squeaky clean performance, and it does show how much he cleaned up his act after becoming a parent.
Eight laugh out loud moments, but a stretch of boredom in the middle where it sags. An eyeroll at the fate of Clarence Beeks (Paul Gleason, The Breakfast Club) and another at the typical antics of Jim Belushi. Does he ever not play a drunken frat boy?
As a movie for makers, this is excellent, as you can concentrate on your work during that sluggish middle act, and the only sight gags come near the end (although Ackroyd eating salmon through his Santa beard on the train is an indicator of how far he's fallen by that point). Four stars (the relentless topless-ness was unnecessary and probably to secure their R rating, which was considered a financial money-recouping requirement during that era). Put this on when you're in the mood for funny, but don't want to have to concentrate every minute.
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