Tim McCanlies was trying to do something noble here, but there's a problem. He just doesn't have it in him. Mr McCanlies should be directing TV movies, because this film has the look of an HBO late nighter.Normally you could throw some blame the way of the writer when a film just fails badly, but in this case the writer is also the director so it's easy to point fingers at the correct person.
It's a rite of passage flick set in the south. Four down-home small town boys who have planned their escape from the town since they were young'uns find that cutting the apron strings isn't as simple as they might have liked.
The story, simply put, is just 'nice'. Even pleasant. It lolls along and never actually goes anywhere. The characters look like they're on holidays in the town, not born and bred there. Except for the cowboy. He's a local yokel to the core, which only makes the others (Breckin Meyer, Ethan Embry and Peter Facinelli) look even more out of place.
Facinelli is particularly awful, trying real hard but coming across like he qualified from the "National Lampoon School Of Acting". Embry, while trying real hard can not pull of the underdog simpleton role, perhaps because he's given every cliche in the book to work with, right down to his dodgy taped up horn-rim glasses.
Meyer stands out as the best of a bad bunch and gives the cruddy tale a bit of 'humbly kicking the dirt' nice guy appeal, but really it's a losing battle all the way.So far as rites of passage go, I felt like I endured one by sitting through this film without a pillow. Only the persistance of Meyer and the occasional giggle save it from the dreaded one star rating.