‘The Country Club’ Review: Who’s Your Caddy?

It’s onerous to make a golf comedy with out evoking “Caddyshack,” the ribald 1980 traditional starring Chevy Chase and Bill Murray, and with its crude humor, farcical innuendo and posh eponymous setting, “The Country Club” definitely warrants the comparability. But the affect the film extra clearly courts is early Wes Anderson, particularly his sophomore characteristic “Rushmore”: The director Fiona Robert (who additionally co-wrote the movie together with her sister, Sophia Robert, each of whom star) leans closely on Anderson’s unmistakable, simply imitated model, utilizing rigidly symmetrical compositions, sudden zooms and a heightened pastel shade palette. As if to underscore the similarities, the film even opens with a handcrafted, pleasantly fastidious title sequence with credit inscribed on tees and golf balls that pretty exudes twee Andersonia.

These visible thrives, whereas by-product, are charming and well-realized. The writing, nonetheless, has none of Anderson’s wit, tending as an alternative towards a sort of broad and fatuous slapstick that’s nearer to “2 Broke Girls” than “The Royal Tenenbaums.”

This story of a pair of working-class teenage interlopers crashing an upper-crust golf event has a predictable sitcom rhythm, and options expository monologues of astonishing clumsiness, akin to this dud, from the working-class hero Elsa (Sophia Robert) to her sister, Tina (Fiona Robert): “I guess I’m just upset about dad getting laid off. College is so far out of reach now!” The jokes are scarcely higher. There is an extended, lengthy, unfunny sequence involving flatulence. According to the credit, these noise results had been supplied by the comic Steve Higgins. They weren’t price crediting.

The Country Club
Not rated. Running time: 1 hour half-hour. Rent or purchase on most main platforms.