Trading Places (1983) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
As much as anything else, Trading Places is a movie about Jamie Lee Curtis's breasts. They were the most memorable element(s) of the movie, and their prominence in this film really blasted Jamie's career off the slasher launching pad and into the firmament with the other stars. When the film was first in theaters, I saw it in an urban movie theater near my office in North Fort Myers, Florida, as part of an audience in which I was more or less the only white person. The theater was packed. Eddie Murphy was the star, and he was the up and coming SNL stud hoss on his way to certain movie stardom, fresh off 48 Hours, a major audience draw in all neighborhoods, but especially black ones. All my life I have liked to attend music and other entertainment events with predominantly black female audiences. I like to hear the audience's reaction to what's happening on the stage or screen, and that is the perfect audience to get an uninhibited and unaffected reaction. I will never forget how they reacted when Jamie took off her shirt for the first time. There was an audible group-gasp, a sound of surprise and admiration. We all knew she had nice breasts, but we didn't know they were THAT nice. If Keanu had been there, it would have called for a major "whoa". |
That is my clearest memory of the film, but there is plenty of other entertainment here as well. This film not only made Jamie Lee a star, but also completed Eddie Murphy's heavenly ascension as well. Eddie has two brilliant and quintessentially Murphyesque set pieces. Early in the film he plays a homeless street hustler who swindles sympathy donations from passersby in downtown Philadelphia at Christmastime by pretending to be a legless and blind war veteran. When the cops bust him, he is hilarious. Later in the film he plays an exchange student from Cameroon with equally hilarious results. |
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The rest of the movie is not so bad, either, kind of a modern spin on The Prince and the Pauper. A couple of weaselly old Wall Street skinflints are debating the impact of heredity versus environment, and their discussion leads to some friendly wagers. Can they take the lowest lowlife from the streets (Murphy) and train him to replace their Harvard-educated protégé? And how will the Harvard boy (Dan Ackroyd) react when all of his wealth and privileges are suddenly removed? It sounds heavier than it is. It's a comedy, after all, directed by John Landis, so it all works out, and both of their victims end up better people. After some predictable detours and misanalyses of the situation, Murphy, Ackroyd, a butler (Denholm Elliott), and a hooker (Jamie Lee) eventually team up to give the evil old stockbrokers their comeuppance. |
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