You might think that a movie that stars names like Hugh Jackman, Kate Winslet, Naomi Watts, Live Schrieber, Halle Berry, Richard Gere, Emma Stone, Greg Kinnear, and Seth MacFarlane would be at least somewhat interesting. Well, think again: this one sinks like an aged turd in a rusted toilet.
Lest you think that imagery is overly crude, you should see the a actual movie. This movie from Peter Farrelly (and many others) who are responsible for stupid-funny movies like Dumb and Dumber and a host of films that litter Adam Sandler’s imdb page brings a new low to comedy. This movie does little more than try to be as crude, rude, offensive, and tasteless as possible. And for no other reason than that it thinks that after a decade of movies like Bridesmaids, The Hangover, and everything Will Ferrell ever did, that audiences want to be grossed out by all things farty, menstrual, and booger.
If I were to describe the plot, I might say that the movie is about a struggling filmmaker (Dennis Quaid) trying to convince a studio executive (Greg Kinnear) to buy into his idea of the ultimate gross-out movie. Thus the series of resoundingly unfunny vignettes begins.
I’m not going to say that I didn’t laugh at all or even occasionally chuckle during this movie. I think Hugh Jackman made me laugh exactly once during his scene (he is very charming, I confess) and Naomi Watts plays a mother so awful you can’t help but smirk at her attempts at maternity.
But the jig is up early on. The audience knows it’s being conned and manipulated. And therefore every laugh is a self-conscious one and every suppressed chuckle dies before it registers in the throat.