Sometime in the late 20th century, the stars aligned and allowed Andy Sidaris to make a string of movies that would be impossible to even consider in any other time period. They appear to come from the mind of a newly pubescent teenage boy with no limitations:
"That should explode! They should be topless! There should be a snake! Kill someone with a frisbee!"
While sexism is the centrepiece, with women being objectified in both dialogue and wardrobe, in the film's defence, it also contains a litany of impossibly hard bodied men. Basically everyone is young, toned and just one cheesy pickup line away from getting it on in a hot tub. It balances the sex to violence ratio just enough to be more cinema than soft core porn, though just barely. Filling the cast with centrefolds ensures a bevy of bad acting, though most of the hilarity stems from the terrible lines they're given to say. The plot is nearly nonsensical, flipping from drug cartels to snakes to skateboarding gunmen at a moments notice. There are plenty of laughs throughout, and while many are unintentional, I refuse to believe it didn't somewhat have it's tongue in it's cheek. This makes it one of the rare occurrences where a film that leans into it's own goofiness still classifies for so-bad-it's-good status.
While sexism is the centrepiece, with women being objectified in both dialogue and wardrobe, in the film's defence, it also contains a litany of impossibly hard bodied men. Basically everyone is young, toned and just one cheesy pickup line away from getting it on in a hot tub. It balances the sex to violence ratio just enough to be more cinema than soft core porn, though just barely. Filling the cast with centrefolds ensures a bevy of bad acting, though most of the hilarity stems from the terrible lines they're given to say. The plot is nearly nonsensical, flipping from drug cartels to snakes to skateboarding gunmen at a moments notice. There are plenty of laughs throughout, and while many are unintentional, I refuse to believe it didn't somewhat have it's tongue in it's cheek. This makes it one of the rare occurrences where a film that leans into it's own goofiness still classifies for so-bad-it's-good status.