Comedy out of the better-slob-than-snob school. But then, it hasn't much to be snobbish about. Its main boasting point is in finally giving Rodney Dangerfield a film role large enough to move around in: a nouveau-riche vulgarian who invades the inner sanctum of an exclusive country club. Bill Murray has his moments, too, as an addled groundskeeper who has only himself to talk to, but Chevy Chase seems at a complete loss to define whatever character he's supposed to be playing, and Ted Knight is stuck in second gear as a huffing and puffing stuffed shirt. All four tend to squeeze out the teenage caddy (Michael O'Keefe) who gives the script what little coherence it has. Directed by Harold Ramis. (1980) — Duncan Shepherd
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