#43: Caddyshack — dir. Harold Ramis
Do I need to explain this one? I don’t need to explain this, right? It’s kind of like Jimmy Buffett music. I’m always going to like it because of college. Same as I will always love Uncle Buck and cigars. It’s just going to happen because of my days at Washington and Lee. My father’s a golfer, and neither of his sons inherited his skill or desire. We were known as Splash and Divot. Todd chunked drives with great fury. If you put a cup of water anywhere on the course, I would hook my ball directly into it.
But this movie. So endlessly quotable. Ted Knight’s amazing. Rodney Dangerfield basically playing his comic persona set to 15 and it’s hilarious. I suspect that Witness was the first time I saw boobs on film, but I think Caddyshack (or maybe Police Academy) were my first parent sanctioned boobs. Intentional or otherwise. But honestly, I forgot about the nudity. I just remember driving the flowers with the rake, and the pool poop.
I find myself quoting this movie when I perform outdoor activities more than any other. It’s in the hole, or I don’t think the heavy stuff’s coming down for quite some time, or NOONAN. It’s a more potent psyche out than STEVE PERRY anyday.