"Let me make it easy to understand. This film is SHIT. Just awful."
Two of the most objectionable screen icons of the last ten years, Tim Allen and Kirstie Alley, make fun of the Amish!Well, they don't set out to do that, but that's what they do in this despicably bad piece of dogs droppings.
The 'Tool' man and the 'Closet' are a yupped out married couple who are sent broke by a corrupt accountant and flee to Amish country to escape the IRS. In order to convince the 'simple minded' Amish folk that they are cousins, the Tool and the Closet must suppress their behaviour and try to exist within that "whacky" Amish culture until the heat is off.
What follows is labelled zany by the producers, but let me assure you, there's no zaniness going on here. We are completely without zane. Zaneless.
What we do have is the Closet and the Tool learning how to love, and those crazy Amish folk learning that everything will be alright if they just wear colorful clothes, like civilised folk.
It's odd that an avowed and loud Scientologist like the Closet can stand and accuse people of mistreating her religion through ignorance and misunderstanding and then go out and portray another religion as an uncultured pack of heathen just waiting to be corrected by the civilised folk. Closet has clearly not been reading her scripts again. She must have Dan Aykroyd's agent.
Tool, on the other hand (no pun intended), has a long track record of being involved in any project with the right demographic, no matter how vacuous, with the sole clear interest of raking in cash and maybe shoving Home Improvement up a few Neilsen points. Witness the boredom that was Jungle2Jungle or the Christmas cash grab that was The Santa Clause.
For Richer Or Poorer, as tough as it may seem, puts those earlier efforts to shame in terms of vacuousness, boredom and treating the movie-goer like a fucking idiot.
Show me a kid who loved this movie and I'll show you a kid who can unscrew a wheel nut with his cleft pallette.
This film is just horrific. It treats the Amish like idiots and in doing so treats you and I the same way for expecting we'll fork over cashola to sit through it.
Let me make it easy to understand. This film is SHIT.
Kirstie Alley has had her fifteen minutes. Time for her to learn to type. Tim Allen, the man who America's parents trust their children to (hoping he's not still selling them cocaine), has zero artistic integrity.
Not a fucking iota.If you see this video on the shelf at Blockbuster, knock it over and spit on it. Then pray to your God that something happens to stop these people from inflicting their stupidity on your children.