My Chauffeur

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OK this movies is good for girl meets boy, they fall in love plot, that in it self is enough of a reason to watch it and no "Flash Gordon" or "April Fools Day" involved. The second reason and third is that rich guy grows up and becomes a human being and a "man" when he is forced to be a human and deal with human side of common person life. He finds out the real meaning in life, love, is much more important then money. And he learns the fact that having emotions is a good thing instead of the robot he starts out as. It also was a Cinderella story, poor girl gets a big break, then meets her prince and her father she thought was long gone. all in all a great romantic comedy I would recommend to any one looking for a good movie to see with a special person

Saw this movie when it came at the theater back in the day. I remember Howard Hessmen, Dr Johnny Fever, was in it and a cute lead actress. Just saw it today 3-25-20, for the first time since then. Wow, unwatchable. No redeeming qualities about the movie. Lead actress not attractive. But Sam Jones, Flash Gordon, who I liked in the "Ted" movies is in it. Although I couldn't place him at first. All in all, not worth the time.

After her unforgettable turn in horror comedy Waxworks, in which she played the submissive plaything of The Marquis De Sade, I didn't think it would be possible to find chipmunk-cheeked cutie Deborah Foreman irritating, but My Chauffeur has proved me wrong. The actress is just as great to look at, her dimples no less adorable, but her character, Casey Meadows, is thoroughly abrasive, a 'kooky' free-spirited young woman with a nonchalant attitude to life whose response to any situation is an exaggerated expression of cuteness or surprise. In short, she hacks me off! Having firmly established her 'crazy credentials' during her first few assignments as chauffeur to the rich and famous (including ferrying a sleazy rock star to his gig in someone's front room, stopping along the way to let him assault an old lady), Casey is tasked with driving hard-nosed businessman Battle (Sam 'Flash Gordon' Jones) to a vineyard, a 300 mile trip during which the girl's incessant wacky mannerisms, cheeky grins, and spunky behaviour eventually melts her workaholic passenger's icy heart. Fetch me the bucket... But writer/director David Beaird isn't content with simply rolling out the hoary old romantic movie clichés. Oh no, he's got something special in store for his unwary viewers—one hell of a strange ending that beggars belief. For Casey's final job as a posh limo driver, she must drive a rich oil sheik (played by Teller, one half of magic duo Penn and Teller) to his embassy, a simple task but for the intervention of a conman (played by Penn, the other half of magic duo Penn and Teller) who sneaks into the back of the car and fast talks his way into changing the sheik's plans. Instead of the embassy, Casey drives to a wild party where the sheik and the conman pick up some big breasted bimbos and pay them to take off their clothes in the back of the car. Cue more cutesie smiles and looks of amusement from an unfazed Casey. The next day sees Casey given the heave ho from her job, discovering the true identity of her father, fleetingly believing that she has committed incest, and learning that her mother was a total * who slept with almost all of the men in the limo company. Instead of flipping out at this news like any normal person, Casey simply grins cheekily and looks cute. Arrrgghhhhh! 3.5 out of 10, rounded up to 4 for IMDb.

The lovely lady was one of the brightest stars of the 1980s, bringing an irresistible presence to such other favourites as "Valley Girl", "April Fool's Day", and "Waxwork". Here she shines as Casey Meadows, a kooky free spirit hired by a limousine company. Unfortunately, she's not welcomed with open arms as the place is staffed almost exclusively by miserable, stuffy chauvinists. They do everything that they can to discourage her, including giving her the problem clients, such as an outrageous rock star. However, Casey finds that her most problematic client will be Battle (Sam Jones of the 1980 "Flash Gordon" movie), whose identity is going to come as a surprise to her. "My Chauffeur" is certainly very likable stuff. It goes far on the charms of Foreman, and while it gets very silly at times, it's nice that writer / director David Beaird gives it such a screwy quality, while toning down the kind of raunchiness to be found in many other comedies of the period. (That said, it's still an utter riot to see a drunken Jones run around nearly naked!) Among the memorable sequences are the extended episode with Penn & Teller (making their feature film debut) as Teller plays a sheik and Penn a fast talking con man, and the episode where the nutty rock singer Catfight (Leland Crooke) robs a "blue lady" (Diana Bellamy) of her panties as part of an ongoing game with his background singers. And Casey and Battle bicker a lot on their way to falling in love. The movie is very much of its time, with a catchy pop soundtrack as accompaniment. The supporting cast is very solid, with Howard Hesseman, Julius Harris, Laurie Main, and John O'Leary as some of the sour old chauvinist pigs; veterans Sean McClory, as O'Brien, and E.G. Marshall, as Witherspoon, are particularly endearing and effective. The pacing drags in places, but overall this is a very hard movie not to like, creating some good vibes for a pleasant enough 98 minutes. Seven out of 10.

This movie is almost impossible to watch. Even my old lady who picked it out wanted to turn it off after the first ten minutes, but we persevered for the full 90 minutes of occipital torture. The chick from Valley Girl is cute but one cute girl and a lame Penn and Teller bit do not make a movie great. Why does this chick want to be a limo driver so bad. What's with the lame 80's soundtrack? Couldn't they have sprung a little extra for some tunes that people have heard on the radio? Sam Jones fan since Flash but come on man, his character is even more one dimensional than Flash. Penn and Teller, great I dig them, what will they do? Well dear friends, they will do a tired, hack, unfunny bit that would have stunk as a one minute bit, but stretch it into a 15 minute borefest. I really had to put my full weight down on my lady to keep her on the sofa during the miserable Penn and Teller portion of the film. Finally, what really upset me most was Sam Jones' unexplained super quick face turn. I mean he is the heel all movie long. Valley Girl and Sam walk in the woods, he is still heel. Then they find a cabin and bam immediate face turn, asking Valley Girl to marry him. Just 30 seconds before he wanted her fired and showed no emotion towards her. What happened? Did the editor have to trim 20 minutes of the film where it showed Valley Girl warming Flash's heart? Avoid at all costs, even free on basic cable or Netflix. I dig Sam Jones, the Valley Girl broad, EG Marshall, and that one handed villain from Live and Let Die with the alligators but come on man, let this movie rest in piece.

You know what? It's true. Deborah ('Valley Girl') Foreman IS damned cute and so she can damned well ACT damned cute if she wants to. And she's even cuter when she's doing her omigod-this-is-crayzee grin. But it doesn't get any cuter when it is the ONLY mannerism she is allowed to display in response to EVERY situation through the entire running time of a feature comedy with her in virtually every scene. And - especially since Foreman strikes me as more of a comedienne than an actress - let me mention that this sort of thing is supposed to be the DIRECTOR'S job, guys!! I was even less impressed with hateful hunk Sam Jones, whose assitude quickly mutates into a plot problem: she watches him be a complete unredeemed creep for a while, then falls in love. And to hell with spoilers, you're not gonna see it: put yourself in Foreman's shoes for the big climactic revelations: the guy you want to marry, and have in fact screwed (if that's what those three shots of bed-ridden, slow-motion kissing is supposed to symbolize) is your BROTHER; your BOSS is your FATHER; no wait your CO-WORKER - who hates your guts! - is in fact your FATHER so you can get married after all. I would not only not dance around the room - I would, I'm sure, undergo an immediate and public nervous breakdown. And how could I forget the screen debut of Penn and Teller, sullying their mystique as a talkative racist creep and random imaginary Arab, respectively.

This movie has many highlights -- the blue lady walking a dog scene, the tar pit scene, the hillbilly hospitality scene, the car thief scene and on and on including the entire Bone & Abdul (i.e. Penn & Teller) routine. There are no low points. Deb is in top form -- cute, coy and adorable. Aside from a couple of minor continuity flaws, the movie is perfect. And if your wondering where I got my name from, watch the movie. Yes, Deb, I wanna be your dog! :-)

I thought this was one of the worst 1980s comedies that I've seen. A grating young woman becomes a chauffeur through some irrelevance of the plotting and the film follows her as she deals with a number of clients. There's a sleazy British rock star (of course), a playboy, even a rich Arab, but the overriding theme is of diabolical and unfunny humour. The talent-free Deborah Foreman gives a performance of such blandness that I can barely remember her face just a few minutes after watching. FLASH GORDON star Sam Jones plays in support as a client and his drunk scene must go down in history as one of the most embarrassingly overacted ever. The likes of E. G. Marshall and even Penn & Teller show up too, but they don't stop this from being one of the least funny so-called "comedies" ever.

I, like everyone else in the world, let the gut-wrenchingly-cute Foreman melt my heart in 1983's Valley Girl. After that classic performance, why did her career go nowhere? This movie answers that question. Foreman is as beautiful and likable as ever, and her character has so much charm you really, really WANT to like this movie. But it's just not possible. The soul-less script was seemingly written in a day by randomly pulling gags, plot elements and scenes from a dozen other exploitative, formulaic b-movies with no consideration of whether or not they added up to a meaningful story. What I thought was a fresh, authentic performance by Foreman in Valley Girl has mutated in My Chauffeur into stilted, ham-fisted overacting. In her defense, she has very little material here to add any authenticity to. The bored, lifeless actors around her in every scene (such as the unalterable, dreary Howard Hessman) and the totally cardboard dialog she has to recite are insufferable. The film is tastelessly exploitative. Various scenes showcasing incongruent nudity, foul language, and other unseemly story elements are unskillfully layered over a basically boring plot in an attempt to transform the story into a wacky, unpredictable adventure. Such crude attempts rarely succeed. At one point, when Foreman's character is informed of her apparent unwitting incest, she simply cocks a wry grin and giggles a coy, "We've been BAAAD!" That's right, little lady. You've been "BAAAD" all through this movie.