Every film that has ever been nominated for an Academy Award in any category. Enjoy!
Some very funny business.
A snobbish investor and a wily street con-artist find their positions reversed as part of a bet by two callous millionaires.
John Landis's "Trading Places" is one of those comedies that, when it works, works fantastically. When it does not work, the film sags slightly. Still, thanks to its stars and the care with which the film was made, "Trading Places" is a sturdy and likable piece of work.
A riff on "The Prince and the Pauper," "Trading Places" follows Eddie Murphy's homeless conman and Dan Aykroyd's wealthy stockbroker as they switch places thanks to a bet placed by two old codgers. It is an appealing rags-to-riches, riches-to-rags story that culminates with Murphy and Aykroyd working together for comic justice.
Landis allows the film to take its time in getting where its going. "Trading Places" is never lean and borders on…
Trading Places marked the start of Eddie Murphy's assault to own the eighties. In only his second film after 48 Hrs he would arrive amid a sea of profanity and endear himself to a public ready for a new comedy hero.
Trading Places also marked the end of John Landis's stellar four film combo that began back in 78' with Animal House and continued through The Blues Brothers and An American Werewolf In London before finally crashing after this one. Saturday Night Live regulars Dan Aykroyd and new boy Murphy became comedy gold in this tale of scheming brothers and their personal bets about nurture over nature. Aykroyd, a wealthy successful broker for the Duke Brothers is thrust into a…
Back in the '80s, there were two tapes that were guaranteed to be worn away thanks to endless pausing, rewinding and fast forwarding, albeit for two very different reasons.
One was The Omen, for the scene where David Warner gets decapitated.
And the other was this, Trading Places, for the moment Jamie Lee Curtis got her boobs out.
Oh, right, Eddie Murphy was really funny once upon a time. His upward climb inspires many more laughs than does Aykroyd's downward spiral, though both contribute to one of the most unabashedly (yet casually) leftist Hollywood movies ever made, which comes down hard in favor of Bellamy's thesis about environment mattering much more than genetics. Even more trenchant than Louis turning to crime in response to his deprivation is the way that Billy Ray instantly re-evaluates his entire worldview upon becoming a property owner; without making a big fuss that would detract from the comedy, Trading Places starkly illustrates how easy it is to become callous once you have something worthwhile to lose. Wish the third act didn't waste so much energy on stillborn gags involving goofy costumes (Jamaican blackface? really?) and horny gorillas, though.
An attack on its decade that totally embodies the filmmaking values of that decade - like so many hits from the decade that elected a movie star President on the promise of returning to an idealized past that only ever existed in the movies, Trading Places is a classical Hollywood narrative (in this case, equal parts Preston Sturges and Frank Capra) with an '80s makeover. That the movie has a sense of affection for old Hollywood gives its still-relevant contempt for old, rich white men extra sting, particularly in the casting of Don Ameche and Ralph Bellamy as the villains. Their instant likeability and the nostalgia older audience members must have felt seeing them onscreen gives the moment when Eddie…
An existential horror movie about the 1% shadow ruling class that would make a great triple feature with Eyes Wide Shut and Society. Ralph Bellamy and Don Ameche seriously spooked the hell out of me, tapping their unlimited wealth to ruin lives like some kind of sick game. As one broke jerk who eats spaghetti almost every day, I found it hard not to seethe during most of Dan Aykroyd's opening scenes. He treats his butler like a slave, hangs with a secret society of stockbrokers straight out of some Illuminati conspiracy theorist wet dream, and turns down invitations to play squash.
Fortunately, once Eddie Murphy elbows into high society and breaks a $35,000 vase, the movie begins to shine.…
“Don’t put your Kools out on the rug!” is probably my favorite line of dialogue I have heard this year. I have seen “Trading Places” before (it has been years), but watching it again recently has really elevated my appreciation of the story of two men literally switching places. Eddie Murphy stars as Billy Ray Valentine, a low life con artist who is introduced in the film riding a board and hiding the fact that he indeed has legs. Dan Aykroyd stars as Louis Winthorpe III, a pampered and spoiled Philadelphia based investor. On a whim, one of Winthorpe’s bosses thinks that he can make anyone rich, powerful, and successful with just a opportunity, so he bets his brother that…
As I said in my review of 48 Hrs., 80s era Eddie Murphy has never really done anything for me. I've never really found him all that funny around his peak, even though I do love his time at SNL. Well, that might be because I hadn't seen Trading Places before.
Murphy here really cracked me up. He's so high-energy and his disbelief of his situation is both a perfect reaction to his good luck and also just very funny. At the same time, snobby douchebag is a niche that Dan Aykroyd should've taken more advantage of. I found the parallel of one man going up and one man going down here to be very nicely handled and almost always…
Trading Places has some decent gags, but it's just way too bogged down in filler and never jumps off the screen at all. The padded running time fulfills an obligation to no one that the story make sense on paper or something.
Nearly 30 years on and this comedy is still as funny and engaging as ever, with a stellar cast. A prime example of "they don't make 'em like that any more."
Slightly late Christmas tradition.
Great. Everybody was still great.
Aah, the Eighties. What's a bit of casual racism between friends?
I like this more than I should, possibly because it is classic 80s fare.
Magnífica comedia a la vieja usanza, hoy todo un clásico de los años 80.
Ya desde los memorables créditos iniciales a los sones de la obertura de Las bodas de Fígaro, de Mozart, asistimos a un festival de casi dos horas de diversión. El guión es un prodigio de solidez y los gags son del todo afortunados. La implicación del espectador con los personajes de Aycroyd y Murphy –aquí en su justa medida, mérito anotable al director John Landis- es total.
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