A by-the-numbers yuppie nightmare comedy, with Jim Belushi breaking out of prison so he can use his free tickets to the World Series, and accidentally acquiring the sacred filofax of adman Charles Grodin, wherupon the film turns into a predictable rerun of all the lesser jokes from Trading Places, After Hours, Beverly Hills Cop, Stir Crazy and Crazy People. Sole redeeming feature : Loryn Locklin in a bikini and cool haircut.
The gags are tired and the plot becomes more and more implausible by the minute. Even a reliable performance from Belushi can't save this tatty, heavily referenced screenplay.