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But I suppose we can begin with the fact that they couldn't leave a dumb little story alone without trying to give it the most tacky framing device in cinema history. You see, this movie… isn't real. Yeah, I know, movies aren't supposed to be real - but we are supposed to pretend they are, for the sake of fiction, while watching them. What we see is a movie made by Schecky of (mostly) fake events, in the hopes of landing a comedy gig with a fat general who, for some reason, picks this tape to watch over his extensive porn collection. Please… please don't ask me to repeat or explain that. What's worse than this awkward fakery-within-fakery is that this device gives Schecky the power to continue addressing the camera and screwing with the movie in any way he sees fit. He's like an annoying yet dim-witted Ferris Bueller, and every time he talks to us, you'll wish an Orca whale would leap out of the ocean and swallow his curly head whole. Schecky butts heads with the current cruise boat comedian, Dickie; Dickie's routine is mostly swears, and Schecky's routine is mostly lame duck-soup crap. It's a battle of the twits, and we are all the losers. There is, seriously, not one joke that either of these guys tell that will make you even smile, yet all of the other characters find them uproarious nonetheless. I suspect laughing gas. Entire scenes - swaths of precious minutes of spoiled history - are given over to random unhilarity, such as a rock star with rotten teeth, or Dickie dancing for girls laying down, or an old guy with his own laugh track. If you have dentures, you best remove them before ever attempting this movie, because you'll be spitting often. If you aren't already thinking that a day with that Nazi Gestapo guy from Raiders of the Lost Ark might be preferable to this, then I am remiss in my duties. I might have neglected to mention the dream and fantasy sequences, which are only acceptable in Scrubs and nowhere else in any published medium. I may have shielded you from Burt Young as General Noreaga, who stops the tape (movie) in the middle of watching it because Miss Australia offends him, which then prompts him to order his two worst terrorists to go kill her. Said terrorists also want to become comedians. And perhaps I've shied away from the random musical numbers and Neptune, God of the Sea (played by Billy Zane). You would thank me, later. Billy Zane would, too. By the way, terrorists taking over a cruise boat is such a good idea, they should do it again! I'm sure it'll work out just as well. Actually, the only chuckles I got from this film were from these two guys, and they'd be kicked out of any proper movie comedy post-1990. What you've really got to ask yourself is: how much of Adam Sandler's moronic mugging can I stomach before spewing? Because that's all this movie is, is an excruciating marathon of moments that aren't at all funny, are constantly offensive, and - to top the list of sins - aren't interesting in the slightest. Far and away deserving of the title of "One of the worst movies ever made."
Is It Worth Staying Through End Credits?
Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
Groovy Quotes
Bambi: Actually, I have an aerobics class, so I'm going to have to take a Rain Man on that. Oh! I mean a raincheck!
Rock Star: I used to be a waiter, before I became a multi-billionaire.
Pageant Girl: Mmm! Pus! If you liked this movie, try these:
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