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The Foursome (2006)

PG-13 | | Comedy | 2006 (Canada)
Four old friends reconnect at their 20-year college reunion.




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Cast overview, first billed only:
Rick Foster
John Shaw ...
Cameron Towers
Donnie Spencer
Ted Renton
Susanne Brindle
Lori Towers
Peggy Spencer
Karen Smith
Sarah Penikett ...
Stacey Peters
Stephanie Penikett ...
Tracey Peters
Course Marshall
Dave 'Squatch' Ward ...
Big Golfer
Wendy Oakley
Aili Storen ...
Wendy's Daughter
Norm Foster ...
Praying Golfer


Four old friends reconnect at their 20-year college reunion.

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A comedy with balls.



Motion Picture Rating (MPAA)

Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language





Release Date:

2006 (Canada)  »

Also Known As:

Foursome  »

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Technical Specs


Aspect Ratio:

1.78 : 1
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Did You Know?


At the beginning of the movie it is noted that this is the college reunion of the class of 1985. During the movie the character's mention that they sung the song "18 til I Die" during college and that is when their friendship was cemented and they were bonded together for life. They could not have in fact sung this song when they were in college as it was not released until 1996 by Bryan Adams on the album of the same name. See more »


References Saturday Night Fever (1977) See more »

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Foursome...try Awesome!
13 August 2008 | by (United States) – See all my reviews

I was absolutely enamored from the word "Go" with this gem. Not so much for the sporting aspect, as I am not a good golfer myself, nor even for the chops and professionalism K-Dill brings to the ensemble effort.

What grasped me more was the REALNESS of this straight to video (should be called "Theater Owner's loss")slice of life. This film is very Canadian, from Production to the stars its drenched in Maple Syrup and Gray skies, so one must allow for a bit of that Canadian "off-beat" humor. The kind where you don't so much laugh as wish they'd try the joke with a different punchline.

The characters are amazingly detailed, starting with Kevin Dillon's Schmuck-with-a-heart-of-gold Rick Foster. Rick's a man's man, ripping up the lynx with the same vigor with which he pursues any piece of tail. This is the first time since THE BLOB that Dillon was given a chance to lead the show. After this display, someone owes the man a 20-year-old apology. Ironically, Ricky-Boy really just wants to be as settled down as his buddies are.

Speaking of that group, the affable Paul Jarrett steals the show as booze sponge Ted, an alcoholic with a trophy wife, penchant for canned beer and a rug that would make any Persian a bit envious. For all those pluses, Jarrett does a great job showing us just how much pain "Ted" is in as he reflects on his life amidst a Spaulding Smails-esquire run of finishing random drinks and cutting up the fairways.

Chris Gauthier's performance as the fat fool Donnie Spencer cements his place as one of the Great White North's up-and-coming oddballs. His whacky, colorful golf uniforms and awkward interactions with the faggotty Southern (though its in British Columbia)course manager and his awful pink popped color. If that role didn't do it, I cannot see it taking much more to get Gauthier the lead in a Canuck sitcom no one will find humorous.

Last but not least is the 2-headed attack of "Cameron" (John Shaw) and wife "Lori" (Nicole Oliver), the "Towers." Cam is a lovable loser, stringy and goofy as his wife is gross and sweaty. He comes through in the end, however, to prove the guy that appears to have all the problems really has things under more control than even he realizes.

Oliver's performance (you may be asking yourself, "Is that that great big fat woman from "KRYPTO, The SUPER-DOG?" fame). Yes. One and the same...though hats are off to Oliver for shedding the sitcom image and her clothes (though, unfortunately, not many pounds)to run amok looking like a Renaissance-era nude model. You know, when looking pregnant or gluttonous was seen as sexy and ideal. Now before any feminists say "that's right", put down the Iced Caramel Mocha latte with Cream, Sprinkles and 7 packets of sugar, cow. Its 2008 and only men are allowed to be fat.

All in all this is one that should be hoisted to the rafters and celebrated. If it wasn't so damn Canadian, it would be a serious threat to any AFI top-this-or-that list. Kudos, Mr. Dilon and company. Kudos.

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