Rodney Dangerfield gets mad respect, so does Bill Murray and Chevy Chase, for their unequaled heights of irreverent buffoonery in this film directed by Harold Ramis. This movie is essentially a royal fucking over of “the man”, played by Ted Knight, in his ultimate refuge, the country club, and it just feels better each time you watch it. Sure there’s also the story of a young man trying to get college scholarships, but das no fhanny. Chase’s character Ty Webb is a string of pseudo-enlightened observations which come from a place of honest indifference. Just remember that a donut with no hole in it, is a Danish. Na-na-na-na-na-na. Dangerfield plays Al Czervik, an eccentric high-roller who cares little for taste or class in lieu of having a good time, all the time. Hey everybody, we’re all gonna get laid! Queue standing ovation. And of course my favorite character in this film Carl Spackler, the groundskeeper played by Bill Murray. Perhaps my favorite piece of dialogue ever written, where Murray describes his time caddying for the Dalai Llama, turns out to be completely improvised on the spot. I’ve practiced that bit in the mirror at great length, and yes with the hat and pitchfork. This character stands out in the fact that he is rather harmless and lacks the vulgarity that other characters have embraced, but still keeps the comedy chops going just as much. This movie only gets better with time, and burrows through the ground, popping up at number 22. So I got that going for me. Which is nice.