Moustroll Good movie but grossly overrated

Livestonth I am only giving this movie a 1 for the great cast, though I can't imagine what any of them were thinking. This movie was horrible

Jonah Abbott There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

Erica Derrick By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

SnoopyStyle In Venice, gangster Scarpa is expecting an assassination attempt but he doesn't know that it's hit-man Mike Lawton (Bryan Brown). Melvyn Orton (Dudley Moore) is in town to check out properties for his boss. Real estate agent Caroline Wright (Patsy Kensit) is looking unload a dud quickly for triple the commission. Maurice Horton (Richard Griffiths) is looking to find an arranged date with Patricia Fulford. Major screw-ups by the bumbling bellboy (Bronson Pinchot) send the wrong messages to the various hotel clients. Horton is sent to Caroline Wright expecting a date. Orton is sent to Scarpa expecting to buy the property. Lawton is sent to Fulford expecting to kill her.Writer/director Mark Herman misses the mark on this one. Bronson Pinchot's broad comedic performance is very distracting. The three misunderstandings come with a few chuckles. Patsy Kensit and Richard Griffiths are probably the closest to being funny. They are a little bit of sitcom and is almost comical. The other two stories are nowhere near funny. They turn into a lot of running around. After Patsy and Richard have done the deed, even that falls flat. It's a lot of misunderstanding without the comedy.

morrison-dylan-fan With having enjoyed watching the Santa Cluse Movie with my family for quite a few Christmases,and having also heard lots about his "troubled" double act,with the great Peter Cook,I,was keen on seeing things that Dudley Moore had made.When I heard on some sites that this film had been used as the "insperation" for a Bollywood film that a friend of mine enjoys and,that Moore also stars in the film.I felt that due to this,that it was worth picking up the film.The plot:Three very different men (one is an estate buyer,the others a hit-man,and the last one is a cheating husband!),with very similar sounding last names each book themselves into the same Venice hotel.The only problem for all three of them is that the bellboy cant remember whose name is whose.So when some gangsters come to the hotel wanting to kill the hit-man,the estate buyer-and the cheating husband are both mistaken for him..View on the film:One of the things that surprised me about what writer/director Mark Herman did with the film,was to not turn it into a Zucker-style comedy,but to actually make the story pretty solid,and to keep the film at a very lean 75 minute running time (though the ending is similar to Its a Mad,Mad,Mad,Mad World-that Zucker would later remake into Rat Race.).With the cast,I feel that all three leading men gave good performances,and were each given some strong set-pieces for each of them to shine in (Moore getting tortured!,the surprising hit-man romance,and Richard Griffiths mistaking a mansion seller,for a prostitute.)Final view on the film:An entertaining short-and-sweet comedy,with an enjoyable screenplay and good performances from the three leads.

LITP (lostintwinpeaks) Surprisingly, this movie was not quite as godawful as I imagined it would be. But it's still pretty bad, the whole farce is based on a one-joke concept and everything in the movie is wrapped in predictability. Avoid.

Howlin Wolf It is no reflection upon the sadly recently departed Dudley Moore, who did some fine work in his career, but this film really is the pits. It's been around a decade since I saw this, but I can still remember getting excited as an 11 year old boy who loved his movies (and still does!) when mum suggested we go to the cinema. I had my own ideas about what I wanted to watch, but the majority of our party voted to take in this. I can still remember all of us sat in a darkened cinema, exchanging looks with each other as the farrago on the screen went from bad to worse. The screen was near packed, but everybody sat in silence as this supposed 'comedy' painfully ran itself out. Everybody, that is, except one clearly insane woman who thought every gesture was hilarious and emitted a piercing shriek to prove it. It was singularly the most uncomfortable period of time I've spent in a cinema, before or since. Mum still owes me a decent film for insisting we see this tripe! Since 1992, of course, the British seem to have learnt to make comedies that have mass market appeal, drawing as they do on our distinctly dry sense of humour. This film, however, was made in the dark ages where it was still considered acceptable in a comedy to gather the most offensive set of stereotypes together, and laugh as they did things like fall over. Oh, my sides. The events of the film seem to take place in some kind of parallel universe where the laws of reality do not apply. Every contrivance is shoehorned into the script in a desperately pathetic attempt to get a laugh. Surely the whole point of comedy is imagining such a thing happening to yourself? There is no chance of that, this is just a movie; and thank God for that, because it means I never, ever have to watch it again. If possible, burn all tapes of this you can find. If somebody sits you down to watch this, gouge your own eyes out. Anything to avoid this steaming pile of dung masquerading as a funny movie.