Unfortunately, those two have the least amount of screentime in the film: a majority of the movie is focused on Dangerfield and Knight, and the characters involved in their subplot. Frankly speaking, their portion of the film is dull, and rarely packs the same kind of comedic punch as Animal House (another Ramis screenwriting outing), and the same kind of comedic punch that we know these actors are capable of. It seems to try to aim for brief stints of character development as well, but it lacks the sweet charm of the main relationship in Meatballs. It does have the same kind of deliberate aimlessness of Meatballs and Animal House, which at least allows for light and mostly entertaining viewing. This one just missed out on that birdie, and will have to settle for a par.
Harold Ramis' freshman directorial effort makes excellent use of its "supporting" comedic actors (as well as a goofy little gofer puppet) and casts them as cooky denizens in the world of the country club. Viewed from the perspective of the club's juvenile, golf course caddies, the audience is treated to some truly classic scenes wherein the likes of Chevy Chase, Bill Murray, Rodney Dangerfield, and Ted Knight eat up scenery, stage brilliant slapstick, and over-act to brilliant, comedic effect. While often extremely juvenile and broad, the awe-inducing moments of inspired insanity in Ramis' script, and the improv stylings of greats Chase and Murray make this oddball comedy a treat for the funny-bone. "Cinderella story. Outta nowhere..."