Goldie Hawn would eventually learn to act but she's certifiably untalented in this feeble, low-reaching 'comedy.' She's not funny. She has no presence or personality. She's absolute zero. It's a miracle the investors didn't make HER pay them to be in it. The directors greatest hope while making this movie seems to have been to completely avoid demonstrating talent, while killing a lot of time; it's two hours long. The editor likewise conspires to show you something that is decidedly NOT pacing.
A mercilessly unfunny moment with Dudley Moore is typical of the movies problems; it takes eons to set up, and then it lacks sufficient plot to eat up all the time it's given: Hawn goes home with a strange man to look out his windows (? - there goes 30 minutes.) and, wait for it, he's a letch! Poor Dudley is given puerile, degrading one-note shtick to do, so you won't notice he's actually funnier than Hawn. The gags just sit there, and the plot is teased out at a glacial pace, which has never been seen before or since; you'll have time to cook your own turkey. Chevy Chase is in it, but again, since he might make Goldie's lack of talent more apparent, he's squeezed off screen for 45 minutes after he's been introduced and given no comic material to execute.
Gear up for crossed eyes, 'funny' sneezes, Italians shouting 'Mamma Mia,' weak sexual innuendo, stupid Chinese tourists, and a score right out of Mannix. Not only is this movie adrift as a comedy, it's adrift as a movie. There must be at least 90 minutes of undercooked material. The whole effort is low-rent. Foul Play is ineptly made and awful from start to finish.
A mercilessly unfunny moment with Dudley Moore is typical of the movies problems; it takes eons to set up, and then it lacks sufficient plot to eat up all the time it's given: Hawn goes home with a strange man to look out his windows (? - there goes 30 minutes.) and, wait for it, he's a letch! Poor Dudley is given puerile, degrading one-note shtick to do, so you won't notice he's actually funnier than Hawn. The gags just sit there, and the plot is teased out at a glacial pace, which has never been seen before or since; you'll have time to cook your own turkey. Chevy Chase is in it, but again, since he might make Goldie's lack of talent more apparent, he's squeezed off screen for 45 minutes after he's been introduced and given no comic material to execute.
Gear up for crossed eyes, 'funny' sneezes, Italians shouting 'Mamma Mia,' weak sexual innuendo, stupid Chinese tourists, and a score right out of Mannix. Not only is this movie adrift as a comedy, it's adrift as a movie. There must be at least 90 minutes of undercooked material. The whole effort is low-rent. Foul Play is ineptly made and awful from start to finish.