A contentedly conventional comedy, and to all appearances a properly modest one (never mind the staggering budgetary reports), it updates the old "Road to" formula with Dustin Hoffman more or less in the Bing Crosby role (oily, guileful) and Warren Beatty more or less in the Bob Hope one (oafish, gullible), but without well enough defined characters to be more than "more or less." And the natural chemistry between the two, or rather the lack of any, offers no clear alternative. Hoffman, to be fair, carries more than his share of the load, but this is just another way of saying that he's not the best match for Beatty, who, in exactly as many years on earth (or about a decade too many for the roles here), appears not to have learned a fraction of what Hoffman knows about acting. He obviously has learned a lot about vanity, however, and his concept of comedy seems to be based entirely on its opposite: an unflattering stocking cap will be considered enough hilarity for one scene, while Hoffman continues to act circles around him on a Harold Lloyd-like ledge. With Charles Grodin and Isabelle Adjani; written and directed by Elaine May. (1987) — Duncan Shepherd
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