Review Date: March 26, 2001
Director: Gregory Poirier
Writer: Gregory Poirier
Producers: Paul Kurta, Tony Ludwig, Alan Riche
And don't bother trying to make sense out of the story, since the filmmakers are more interested in showcasing over-the-top sexual situations which go nowhere, than filling out the gaping holes in the plot line. I mean, they actually try and build up Shannon Elizabeth's character at one point, only to have her disappear for about twenty minutes midway through the film. What the &*#@? Anyway, I might still recommend this sucker extremely reluctantly, but only on video, and even then, only if someone else pays for it, and even then, only if you're drunk! At that point, I think you might enjoy the movie for what it is. Admittedly, I did dig Garry Marshall's small but funny cameo appearance, the energetic opening credits and the outtakes during the credits, which were actually funny for once. And no matter how much I tried, I couldn't help but see the actual fun that Jerry O'Connell was having in this role, and I guess that's gotta count for something, right? Uhhhmmm, then again, it's your money you'd be wasting on this dog, so maybe not. So a quick recap says that there is no actual T or A in this movie, practically no big laughs, a lame story line and lotsa cleavage? I don't know, this movie doesn't try real hard to be much, so I guess maybe I shouldn't try so hard to dissect it so much.
So let's end it on this note: are you ready to spend your hard-earned cash on a film whose high point involves a testicle chase? Well, if your response is a big hearty "yes", then this movie is made for you. If not, skip it and go jerk off instead...you'll feel a whole better, trust me! BTW, what the hell was Bill Maher doing in this thing?? Ugh.