This isn't a good movie. It's just not. It's nonsensical, completely absurd (in a bad way), amateurish, and just plain bad. I'd go so far as to say it killed Sebastian Spence's career (poor guy). Even the boys from MST3K wouldn't be able to stomach this dreck enough to make fun of it.
Because I have to fill a certain amount of space in order to post this review, I'll describe a little bit of the inanity that they wasted celluloid on: the aforementioned Sebastian Spence looking consistently baffled throughout as he tries to both understand the hot mess of a script and figure out the best way to dispose of his soon-to-be-ex-agent's body; "Uncle Bunny," the least threatening mob villain in cinematic history; Michael Buble's untalented, aspiring actress sister, doing her best K-Stew impression before K-Stew was a thing; Bif Naked in the worst hair and make-up ever designed, playing a drag king with a terrible Elvis fetish; cross-dressing-- oh, so much cross-dressing-- as a story device, but for no real narrative purpose whatsoever.
Also, please note that all of the "positive reviewers" for this film have only, according to their account histories, ever conveniently reviewed one film: this gooey turd of a movie. Nothing suspect about that whatsoever (which, if you believe, then hey, I've got a bridge to sell you).
Seriously, go watch paint dry instead. You'll be more entertained.
Because I have to fill a certain amount of space in order to post this review, I'll describe a little bit of the inanity that they wasted celluloid on: the aforementioned Sebastian Spence looking consistently baffled throughout as he tries to both understand the hot mess of a script and figure out the best way to dispose of his soon-to-be-ex-agent's body; "Uncle Bunny," the least threatening mob villain in cinematic history; Michael Buble's untalented, aspiring actress sister, doing her best K-Stew impression before K-Stew was a thing; Bif Naked in the worst hair and make-up ever designed, playing a drag king with a terrible Elvis fetish; cross-dressing-- oh, so much cross-dressing-- as a story device, but for no real narrative purpose whatsoever.
Also, please note that all of the "positive reviewers" for this film have only, according to their account histories, ever conveniently reviewed one film: this gooey turd of a movie. Nothing suspect about that whatsoever (which, if you believe, then hey, I've got a bridge to sell you).
Seriously, go watch paint dry instead. You'll be more entertained.