They cheat during their CIA entrance exams - in laboured, unfunny fashion - but even so two boobs are sent out into the field in Afghanistan and Russia because, unbeknownst to them, it is hoped they will distract the enemy from the actual nuclear missile mission happening elsewhere, in this comedy with punchlines that come first, longwinded setups that come second, and that has Dan Aykroyd and Chevy Chase at the height of their comedy movie careers in 1985 (Aykroyd fresh from 1984's Ghostbusters; Chase squeezed this in between Fletch and National Lampoon's European Vacation in 1985 and The Three Amigos in 1986), both presumably too busy to scrutinise or veto subpar projects (Aykroyd, the co-writer, should've gone over the script again) or perhaps they wanted to do any and every old thing that came along before the world tired of Chase's unchanging schtick or twigged that Aykroyd is more irritating than funny.
★☆☆☆☆
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