A fast talking Dan Ackroyd with a con man Walter Matthau and Charles Grodin in all his boiling anger and irritation. It's got it's moments. The script isn't full of zingers but more operates on Ackroyds charm and good set up premises. To be fair in this world the existence of photo Id isn't a thing. How they can be getting on plains, traveling countries, getting paid with no id is ludicrous. I don't remember the 80s being that lax. If somebody would have asked for an ID this movie would have been 5 minutes long.
Review of The Couch Trip
