"If it looks like crap and it smells like crap, guess what?"
An absolutely pitiful display. Watching this is similar to watching your grandfather fondle a blow-up sex doll, only less funny (and a little less sexy.)Hey, if we take the raunchy, nasty Rodney from Caddyshack, throw him into a plot about nasty talk shows (mainly because that's what the consumers are all paying attention to this week) and toss in a few pathetic hack ex-actors. We'll release it when the only thing out is some Van Damme/RuPaul movie comes out, and BOOM, Rodney's not under contract anymore!
Oh, good God, what did Cindy Williams do to deserve what she's forced to do in this filth? It's uglier than any Faces of Death or Batman sequel out there, and you have to see it to believe it. Her shrill, drunk, screaming chubby ass is all over this horrible movie, and I wonder how close she was to homelessness before signing on for this degradation. Not far behind is David Ogden Stiers who offers his typical, b-movie, gruff and pompous rich guy routine.
Rodney plays a Springer-like talk show host (now THERE'S an inspiration for a movie!) who decides to camp out at the mansion of an uptight and quite assholish couple. He farts, they roll their eyes. He parades midgets and four foot dildos and transvestite lesbian Nazis, and they huff and puff. He ruins their socialite party by being obscenely vulgar. You start wondering why this cretin isn't arrested, thrown into a straitjacket, or simply shot by someone.
Too much of my valuable time has been spent on such a throwaway contemptuous vat of flaky scabs like this. Please rent Caddyshack. The shots of the stupid gopher doing his little shuffle dance is funnier than anything in this poor movie.Rodney makes like what? 1 movie every two years? His waning fan base deserves better than this nasty junk. A complete waste of his talent. I don't think he hit the mark in this one once. Meet Wally Sparks and Ringmaster will footnote the 90's talk-shows craze the way Lambada footnotes the...um...late 80s Lambada craze.