If Chevy Chase, if John Belushi, if Dan Aykroyd, if Gilda Radner, if Bill Murray, if Jane Curtin, if Laraine Newman, then why not Mark Blankfield? But then again, why? Why bring him, and the Fridays brand of drug humor, from the little screen to the big? Jerry Belson's Jekyll-and-Hyde variation, in which a dedicated and unworldly surgeon is metamorphosed into a jewelry-laden, oversexed swinger, owes something to Jerry Lewis's Nutty Professor, but most of its borrowings are from the TV trash heap, or from that special discard pile of things that TV artists wish they could get away with and are better off when the censors won't let them. (1982) — Duncan Shepherd
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