Funny actors too, but just a preposterous film. The stars copped out on getting boot camp haircuts, except for John Candy.
Ahh, Chevy Chase, peaking at age 30. Lots of great scenes and Randy Quaid upstaged everybody. It added the term "Griswolding" to the vocabulary, you know, when you start snoring behind the wheel.
It's truly bad film. I'll only watch it if the barber shop scene is coming up. Clarence is the only redeeming feature in the film.
"Oh there they go. There they go, every time I start talkin 'bout boxing, a white man got to pull Rocky Marciano out their ass. That's their one, that's their one. Rocky Marciano. Rocky Marciano. Let me tell you something once and for all. Rocky Marciano was good, but compared to Joe Louis, Rocky Marciano ain't shit."
"Yeah, I met Dr. Martin Luther King in 1962 in Memphis, Tennessee. I walkin' down the street minding my own business, just walking on. Feelin' good. I walk around the corner, a man walk up, hit me in my chest, right. I fall on the ground, right. And I look up and it's Dr. Martin Luther King. I said 'Dr. King?' and he said 'Ooops, I thought you were some body else.' "
