British comedy of embarrassment meets American farce. There's no way to reconcile the outrageousness of Kevin Kline with the mournful sexiness of John Cleese with Jamie Lee Curtis' sneaky grin with Michael Palin's agonized stutter, but the movie, thankfully, doesn't give you a chance to try.


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