The film hides a joke in the wild-eyed ramblings—the irony of the title of Keymaster conferred on a guy who keeps locking himself out.
Then you realize it was only effortless because Akroyd probably believes all that stuff and has spent most of life in crazytown.
With the possible exception of Amadeus, who remembers any of these films today?
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