Dan Ackroyd plays one of those free-spirited plays-by-his-own-rules characters who effortlessly overcomes every obstacle and never seems to sweat. These characters only seem to inhabit movies because in reality they are arrested or shot on their first wacky adventure. Normally I roll my eyes and groan at a movie like this. There's a predictability to it that limits how good it can possibly be. That being said, Ackroyd does well with the material. He takes a character who is quite frankly obnoxious as hell and makes him somewhat likable. On the flip side of the coin we have Charles Grodin giving her a very Charles Grodin performance and it stinks. I was annoyed by every scene of his. I found myself focusing on how much I liked his house rather than anything his awful character was saying or doing. It is a nice house, though. Walter Matthau is fun in a supporting role. Donna Dixon is bland as the love interest. If they had to go this route they should've stuck with Victoria Jackson's character. She was much more interesting and fun. But she wasn't married to the star so I guess that answers that. It's not a great comedy but an ok one. Certainly a decent time-passer.
Review of The Couch Trip
