"Oh Tom, seriously, fuck off with your unoriginal fuckerhead films"
So Tom Arnold, having just signed a development deal with the studio, brought them the idea of doing a McHale's Navy movie.The studio, realising that Tom was no attraction to audiences, now that he didn't have Rosie around his neck, had to honor their contract. So they gave Tom some cash and basically walked away from it all.
The result, at least the twenty minutes I could stomach, is God-awful. I would punch Tom Arnold in the head if I met him in the street. Son of a bitch wasted twenty minutes of my life.
I'm not even going to get into the dialogue, the plot, the other performances, because as the sage advice goes, if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.There's nothing else to say.