Apparently the Murray fever (and no, that's not just a different name for swine flu) has struck us, because we have been wolfing down his lesser known films like a hot sandwich on a cold day. Yes indeedy. And while this dastardly New York comedy is actually the only directorial debut to Murray's fine name, it's certainly no black spot. Either way it's clear: this has Murray prejack written all over it. The cast is really pretty top-notch, with Geena Davis, Phil Hartman, Randy Quaid, Tony Shaloub and others, a veritable dream team of s
econd string singers in the funny house. Basically, the entire film revolves around a bank heist, executed with Murray in a clown costume of course, and the subsequent failure to get out of the city. The plot is 
really irrelevant, since we all know that the only reason we watched this film (and no, it's not for the oddly unclear cover art) is to see Bill Murray spout off a bunch of one-liners. And spout he does. He also managed to high-jack the plot in a delectably devilish way so that he has a reason to play different characters in different impromptu comedy situations. Is that a wagon bell I hear? All in all, he's quite hilarious. I could lose Quaid. Shaloub is confusing at best (is 
that Arab impression still PC?). And Davis is her constantly classy-sassy woman-self. It's certainly not the best of Murray's movies. But it's definitely good for a chuckle. And in these economic times...
Final Judgment: "Finally, I can feel good about rooting for the bad guys!/A whole lotta sass and just a touch of sassafras/More like Quick Change into Murray's pocket!/You show 'em Murray: classic means never going out of style!/Anything with a Monster Truck is fine by me!
And to see the real masters at work....
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