One of the movies that I actually forgot I had. Haven't watched in many years, but it's still just as funny. Makes it strange to remember that there was a time when Chevy Chase was funny. He's at his best here, and even manages to evoke an early version of Fletch. In a scene where he is questioned by police, he manages to come up with the alias Harris J. Freedlander, who makes a living by carving the heads of dead presidents out of driftwood. Only a comic actor with the deadpan timing of Chase could deliver that, and make it sound believable. Goldie Hawn channels her inner Lucielle Ball, makes the most of her big hair and big eyes, and shows why she was the Meg Ryan of her day. Charles Grodin plays the straight man better than anyone, and here he tries to be the calm eye in the storm of antics Chase and Hawn create, while still delivering more than his fair share of great one liners.
Not only is the comedic timing and chemistry between the three leads great, but they are surrounded by an amazing group of supporting characters. TK Carter and Robert Guillaume both manage to make their characters of Hawn's chauffer and Grodin's assistant, respectively, fully rounded characters with personality and good humor. My favorite supporting character is played by Harold Gould as the local judge. His timing is that of a seasoned pro, and he steals every scene he's in.
Only Neil Simon could write a screenplay like this. The dialogue is sharp, and delivered with the speed of a classic Cary Grant-style comedy.. It's a movie that would never get made today because it's too clean.