This film has a lot of formulaic and yet entertaining elements that make it interesting and yet not memorable enough to resonate. Even Bill Murray, starring and directing, could not save this film from dire straits, and maybe that simply speaks to this being Murray's low point in his career. Some critics have said that this is one of his best performances, "a man jaded by The Big Apple," but that's not an appropriate description of what ultimately proves to be a haphazard character who moves between insane criminal and the blunt and carefree Murray we know best from "Ghostbusters." Murray also directs this film with writing partner Howard Franklin after both Jonathan Demme and Ron Howard turned it down, Howard feeling like there was no character to root for. I wouldn't say that that's the exact problem, because even though the thieves aren't changed through their journey, and they aren't feel-good or eccentric characters, they're not bad characters necessarily. The three of them all have their own reasons for robbing the bank, getting away to a foreign country, and doing so while the police chief for the city tries to close the case for his last hurrah before he retires. Murray is very good, I will give him that, but Geena Davis and Randy Quaid are abysmal, playing a throwaway love interest and a borderline mentally handicapped goon. They are chased around the city, trying to make their flight, and in the process get their lives endangered by a new tenant to their old apartment (Phil Hartman!), a gang of mobsters( that must be idiots if they believe that the likes of them are also mobsters), and various people who keep them from getting to the airport including Stanley Tucci, Tony Shalhoub, and Philip Bosco. Jason Robards as the police chief was very succinct in his performance, while also being a bit fed up with his hometown like Murray's character, lending to a strange link between them. Though this film is forgettable when it comes down to it, it's a film with Bill Murray, so it still manages to entertain.