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| Year: | 1991 |
| Rating: | 4.1(9465) |
| Listed in: | Adventure, Comedy |
| Directed by: | Dan Aykroyd |
| Actors: | Chevy Chase Dan Aykroyd John Candy Taylor Negron Demi Moore Valri Bromfield |
| "All they wanted was a little getaway. All they got was nothing but trouble." | |
Cast
| Directed by | |
|---|---|
| Dan Aykroyd | |
| Actors | |
| Chevy Chase | as Chris Thorne |
| Dan Aykroyd | as Judge Alvin 'J.P' Valkenheiser/Bobo |
| John Candy | as Dennis/Eldona |
| Taylor Negron | as Fausto Squiriniszu |
| Raymond J. Barry | as Mark |
| Brian Doyle-Murray | as Brian |
| John Wesley | as Sam |
| Peter Aykroyd | as Mike the Doorman |
| Daniel Baldwin | as Dealer #1 (Artie) |
| James Staszkiel | as Dealer #2 |
| John Daveikis | as L'il Debbull |
| Earl Dixon | as Porch Person |
| P.H. Aykroyd | as Porch Person |
| Richard Kruk | as Porch Person |
| Robert K. Weiss | as Porch Person |
| Laurence Bilzerian | as Town Biker |
| Isaac Tigrett | as Town Biker |
| Ron Ulstad | as Party Goer |
| Paul LeClair | as Party Goer |
| Stan Garner | as Train Master |
| James Frank Clark | as Train Engineer |
| Jeffrey P. Baggett | as State Trooper |
| Gary Velasco | as State Trooper |
| Roger Grimsby | as TV Anchor |
| Humpty Hump | as Digital Underground member |
| Shock-G | as Digital Underground member |
| Money-B | as Digital Underground member |
| Fuze | as Digital Underground member |
| Chopmaster-J | as Digital Underground member |
| Tupac Shakur | as Digital Underground member |
| Kent Racker | as Digital Underground member |
| Nzazi Muhammed | as Digital Underground member |
| Schmoovy-Schmoov | as Digital Underground member |
| Actresses | |
| Demi Moore | as Diane Lightson |
| Valri Bromfield | as Miss Purdah |
| Bertila Damas | as Renalda Squiriniszu |
| Deborah Lee Johnson | as Dealer #1's Girlfriend |
| Karla Tamburrelli | as Dealer #2's Girlfriend |
| Danielle Aykroyd | as Porch Person |
| Catherine Quinn | as Party Goer |
| Kristina Kochoff | as State Trooper |
| Susan Campos | as TV Reporter |
| Karen Croney | as Party Girl |
| D'Andrea Bryant | as Party Girl |
| Jennifer Van Buskirk | as Party Girl |
| Gianna Amore | as Party Girl |
Movie info
| Languages: | English |
| Filming dates: | 7 May 1990 - 17 August 1990 |
| Budget: | USD 40,000,000 |
| Plot: | A financier [Chevy Chase] meets a spurned lover [Demi Moore] and agrees to take her to a business meeting. On the way there, they run a stop sign in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. They are arrested and taken to the local court. But all is not as it seems: the courthouse and the "prison" are a maze of zany booby- traps and deadly contraptions. The antics of the captured couple as they try to escape from the mad judge and his bizarre family make up the rest of this unusual film. |
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Original Soundtracks
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"The Good Life" Written by Jack Reardon and Sacha Distel Arranged, Conducted and Produced by Marty Paich Performed by Ray Charles Courtesy of Warner Bros. Records Inc. "Same Song" Written by Greg Jacobs, Ron Brooks and 2 Pac Shakur Produced by Greg Jacobs Performed by Digital Underground Courtesy of TNT/Tommy Boy Records Sample taken from "Theme from The Black Hole" Written by George Clinton , Jim Vitti, J.S. Theracon and Bootsy Collins Performed by Parliament Courtesy of Polygram Special Products, a divison of Polygram Records, Inc. Sample taken from "I'm in the mood for love (Moody's Mood)" Written by Jimmy McHugh and Dorothy Fields "Bonestripper" Written by Jack Blades, Tommy Shaw and Ted Nugent Produced by Ron Nevison Performed by Damn Yankees Courtesy of Warner Bros. Records Inc. "La Chanka" Written by Peter Aykroyd and José Pedro Beledo Produced by Peter Aykroyd Performed by Bertila Damas "Atlantic City (Is A Party Town)" Written by Peter Aykroyd Produced by Bruce Gowdy and Peter Aykroyd Performed by Elwood Blues Revue "Tie The Knot" Written and Produced by Shock-G (as Greg Jacobs) Performed by Digital Underground Courtesy of TNT/Tommy Boy Records "Get Over" Written by Madonna and Stephen Bray Produced by Madonna and Shep Pettibone Performed by Nick Scotti Courtesy of Sire/Warner Bros. Records Inc. "Big Girls Don't Cry" Written by Bob Crewe and Bob Gaudio Performed by Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons Courtesy of Bob Gaudio and Frankie Valli d/b/a The Four Seasons Partnership "I Mean I Love You" Written and Performed by Hank Williams Jr. Courtesy of Warner Bros. Records Inc. by arragement with Warner Special Products "Garden In The Rain" Written by Carrol Gibbons and James Dyrenforth Performed by Blue Barron Courtesy of Hindsight Records by arragement with Warner Special Products "She's A Great, Great Girl" Written by Harry M. Woods Performed by Jack Teagarden Courtesy of RCA/Bluebird Records "Wabash Cannonball" Written by A.P. Carter Performed by Doc Watson Courtesy of EMI, a division of Capitol Records, Inc. by arragement with Cema Special Markets "Helen Claire" Written and Performed by Michael Kamen Courtesy of Warner Bros. Records Inc. by arragement with Warner Special Products |
Goofs
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Continuity: When Judge Valkenheiser is getting ready for bed, he removes a prosthetic nose/upper lip combo. In the next shot, when he is removing other appendages, his nose and lip are back. CHAR: When Dennis catches Chris speeding, he says he will not mention the speeding to the Reeve. However, Miss Purdah saw the whole thing, and could tell the Reeve just as easily. SYNC: SPOILER: When the Reeve is playing the organ alongside the hip-hop artists, his hands don't match the keys most of the time. SYNC: When Chevy Chase is about to enter the mouth of the Bonestripper, we hear him scream things like "Oh, God, no," and "Please stop," but his mouth doesn't move. Continuity: When Chevy Chase gets the cop on his tail, the cop pushes a switch to close a road block in front of him. Chevy Chase turns right, onto a dirt road, oversteers, and turning the front tires to the left. In the next shot inside the car, Chevy Chase turns the steering wheel to the right. In the next shot from the outside, the front wheels are turned to the left. SYNC: SPOILER: When Chevy Chase and Demi Moore get into the beat-up car to drive home, Chevy says, "No roof," but his mouth doesn't move. Continuity: During dinner, Judge Valkenheiser stops the model train takes some mustard from the tank car, and puts it on his plain hot dog. In the next shot, when he takes a bite, the hot dog is covered with ketchup, mustard, and shrimp salad. PLOT: Throughout the story, the speed limit in the Village is referenced as 50 mph. Chief Constable Dennis's set the radar gun to alarm when a driver exceeds 50 mph. When Artie speeds into the village, he passes a 55 mph sign. CHAR: Fausto and Renalda claim to be from Brazil, but their passports state that they are from Argentina. Fact errors: Brazilians speak Portuguese, not Spanish. Fact errors: In the beginning, Chris starts up his 1983-1984 BMW 733i. The camera pans around the interior of the car, showing the tachometer, center dash stack, and navigation screen. The car has a Panasonic CD player, which wasn't offered in that model, though it could be an after-market install. Later in the movie, Chris is asked to put in a tape, yet the car has no tape player. Continuity: When everyone first gets in the car a white cassette tape is handed forward, but after the cut Demi Moore is holding a black cassette. |
Quotes
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Chris Thorne: Come on, death for running a stop sign? J.P.: *And* for being a banker! That's the double death. J.P.: Y'know, you are worse than a week of yellow shitstorms. Diane Lightson: [passing "No Cussing" sign] Oh, and no cussing. Chris Thorne: Oh, shit. Fausto: You've got a BMW. Act like it! Chris Thorne: They're Brazillionaires, they have breakfast at 2pm in the afternoon. Diane Lightson: Let's just be quiet and let him do his little thing and we'll be on our way. J.P.: Oh, I will let you be on your way, and when you go... [bellows] J.P.: THE CAT'S EYES'LL SPIN! NOW, LISTEN! Chris Thorne: Ok, we'll listen! J.P.: [calm again] Hey, hey, ha! Ho ha! Heh heh heh heh! Hoola, Hoola, Hoola! The Boola Boola Boola! Look who's got the front seats to the Mexican hat dance now! Just like a bunch of spiders in a birthday cake! J.P.: Welcome to Supper! How 'bout a nice Hawaiian Punch? Chris Thorne: Thank you, Judge. You know, there's nothing better at the end of a long day on the road than a nice warm glass of Hawaiian Punch. Fausto: You people are sick, wicked, funky, misanthropic, co-dependent animals! And I won't have my sister, who was once the Queen of the Mardi Gras, sitting at a table with a pickle-shooting train! Chris Thorne: Alvin, I was just thinking you've got enough vintage steel around here to make a few thousand Toyotas. Ever think of selling the whole place to the Japanese? J.P.: There you go. Does the Pope wear a hat? Was Sergeant York's mother an angel? And will a banker grope for money? Chris Thorne: I'm not a banker, I'm a financial publisher. J.P.: Well, all I know is in '17 after they shipped me off to fight, some New York financier rolled in here one day and hog-glowsered and tub-wankled my grandfather into mining out the whole town in exchange for shares in something called the United Coke Company. Do you know what those stock certificates are worth today? [shouts] J.P.: JUST ABOUT THE FINEST OUTHOUSE WALLPAPER YOU'VE EVER SEEN! We were forced to become what you drove through today; a burnt out coal field and the biggest icebox graveyard this side of the Ohio foundry belt! And that's why I *never* let a banker go! Fausto: So your grandpa made a lousy deal, is that our problem? Diane Lightson: Judge, that's a very tragic, tragic story. J.P.: I believe it is. Renalda: You should do a book. J.P.: If it was an ambulance you got a chance, if it's in a hearse, it's gotta be worse! J.P.: You really put the pin in the party hog now, girl! J.P.: Get yer Eye-talian loafers outta my bedpan! Mike the Doorman: Evening, Mr. Thorne. Chris Thorne: [getting out of the car] 110 blocks in less than 15 minutes, not bad for a one-eyed Russian immigrant. Fausto: Where are we going? Chris Thorne: We're going to Atlantic City, Fausto. Get in the trunk. Chris Thorne: I should have known. A Brazillionaire never forgets. J.P.: Go suck a bug. Chris Thorne: You may kiss the bride. Chris Thorne: Oh, not in front of all these people, your honor. J.P.: [yelling] NOW! J.P.: No choice now but house policy. J.P.: Fine, house policy! *What's* house policy? Chris Thorne: Well, whatever man she touches is the one she keeps! Chris Thorne: Aw, no! [Eldona carries him off happily] Oh, come on, all I did run a goddamn stoplight! I just want to get to Atlantic City! Digital Underground member: [referring to Miss Purdah] Man, she is one ugly, cross-burnin', redneck, peckerwood, police bitch, man. J.P.: You might be interested to know that you are *not* under the jurisdiction of just any old fishing license dispenser and stamp pad jockey! We've always been set to deal with the offenders *once* and for all at their first appearance! Quick as sump grease through a ten-year old goose! [whistles] Chris Thorne: Congratulations, I'm glad to know thing are running smoothly for you. [lights a cigar] J.P.: [bellows] PUT OUT THAT DOG ROCKET! [passing two dirty bikers] Chris Thorne: Evil Knievel and Mr. Clean. Renalda: I didn't forget the butter. It was Antonio, Antonio, the butler, forgot the butter. [passing by three half-buried dolphin statues] Chris Thorne: So that's where they buried Flipper. Fausto, Renalda: Flipper is dead? Miss Purdah: [Chris is chained and Eldona is trying on outfits before him] Eldona, you know he's not supposed to see you this special day? Chris Thorne: Special day? What is it - Halloween? [passing a group of hillbillies] Chris Thorne: Morning. Sell pork bellies, buy gold. [Eldona is about to throw Diane into an oil well after being chased by Bobo and L'il Debbull] L'il Debbull: Eldona's got her, that's good. Bobo: That's not good! L'il Debbull: No, that's not good! Chris Thorne: What are you saying, it's death or Eldona? Bobo: You're the one who's fat! L'il Debbull: Not as fat as you! J.P.: I'm of the school that believes that the last thirty seconds of a person's life ought to have a little zip in them! Diane Lightson: [after insulting the Reeve and falling in a chamber of squeaky toys, she punches him] How could you be so insensitive? Chris Thorne: What do you mean? What are you talking about? Renalda: Fausto, you better do something about this! Fausto: Niña, you're pulling on my coat, now cool it! Diane Lightson: I had us out of here! Then you had to go and open your big mouth! [pulls toy out of her shirt] Diane Lightson: *You* had us out of here? We would've been here another two hours listening to the history of the Valkenburger farm or wherever the hell we are! Diane Lightson: I knew that I couldn't depend on you! Chris Thorne: Listen, I don't need this! I was just trying to get us to Atlantic City... for YOU! Diane Lightson: [sarcastic] Oh, is that right? Chris Thorne: Yeah! Fausto: You're no longer our financial advisor! You're fired! Diane Lightson, Chris Thorne: [to Fausto] SHUT UP! Chris Thorne: [after being stopped by Dennis, a police officer] Folks, meet Andy Griffith! Fausto: It smells like São Paulo! Bobo: [the three are playing cards] If I win, I get... another bowl of cereal! L'il Debbull: If I win, I get... Diane! Diane Lightson: [cutesy] No, Lil' Debbull Bobo: Hi! I'm Bobo, that's Lil' Debbull! L'il Debbull: Hi, we're not allowed inside the house! Dennis: [the drug dealers are stopped for speeding] I'm afraid you'll have to blow. Dealer #1: Blow *you* to get out of a ticket? Come on! [chuckles] Dennis: That's not funny, I meant you'll have to use a Breathalyzer. Dealer #1's Girlfriend: I'll blow 'im! Dennis: Maybe later. Next century. Let's go. Dealer #2's Girlfriend: [laughing as they see Judge Valkenheiser] Oh my God! Would you look at his face? Is that nose rubber? Dealer #1: Hey, I don't want you, I want Judge Wapner. Dealer #2: I have to plead to the Fifth Dimension. Renalda: Ày, Fausto, you are going to make me swim through toxics! Ày, Fausto, Fausto, I cannot believe it! Fausto: Baby, we've got to swim to the freeway! J.P.: [at the dinner table, a meat grinder makes a whining noise like a dog] How do you like your dog? Diane Lightson: They're serving dog? J.P.: Oh, no, no, no ,*hot* dogs, *hot* dogs. Dutch country, prized Hereford winners. Diane Lightson: [relieved] Oh! Hot dogs! Dennis: [abou tthe criminals] Would you watch things around here for a minute? I'm gonna go for a smoke. Miss Purdah: Go for a smoke? But, Dennis, they've got guns, drugs! One of 'em tried to kill ya! I'm stayin' to watch! Diane Lightson: [to Chris] I didn't mean what I said when I told you to save yourself. Get your ass back down here and SAVE ME! Dennis: [about Chris and company] I recommend fine, bond, and release. J.P.: Ah, tut tut tut tut! What else you wanna do for them, bake 'em a pie? J.P.: [asking about Chris' job] Banker? Chris Thorne: No, not banker. Financial publisher. "Thorne Weekly"? J.P.: Ok, banker. Chris Thorne: Thanks for the espresso maker... and the bag of shit. Diane Lightson: [about the judge] Does he treat all traffic violators this graciously? Dennis: Only ones he takes a special interest in, like bankers. Fausto: Wait, I'm entitled to one phone call. Dennis: Surely, and you're more than welcome to make one, *if* we had a phone. J.P.: Where's that no-good, dog food eatin' grandson of mine... DENNIS! J.P.: [Chris tries to hit him in the thigh] I left that leg in France... and now, I'M GONNA STICK YOU! I'm gonna dig so many new holes in you, you're gonna look like a salt shaker! Diane Lightson: How long have you been divorced? Chris Thorne: Four years. Diane Lightson: Do you still love her. Chris Thorne: Nah, been over her for... weeks. [first lines] Fausto: [as they leave a car and go into a building to a party] 20 minutes, hello, good-bye. Renalda: Ok. Chris Thorne: Fun is actually knowing who half your guests are. Renalda: [in the elevator] Chris, come, I save it for you. Fausto: That's what she says to all the guys. Fausto: Chris, put this tape on, Las Chankas. J.P.: [asking Chris if he takes Eldona to be his wife] Chris Thorne: [stuttering] I di... J.P.: Pardon? Chris Thorne: [stuttering] bu... J.P.: What? Chris Thorne: [stuttering] I can'... J.P.: Speak up! Chris Thorne: [sweating] I do. I do. |
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