What follows are some exceptionally lowbrow shenanigans that revel in their own alleged cuteness, and it’s not a pretty sight. The lame single-entendres and cartoon-scaled characterizations would be tedious even if they weren’t so overly familiar, and attempts to weigh in philosophically, via Uta’s socially minded rants, only make the scripters look more foolish.
Bad casting doesn’t help. While Moffettis likable enough in the lead role, his brand of charm actually works against the movie’s aims. He certainly strikes no sparks with bland Tammy Isbell, as his uptight intended, who would not conceivably be friends with the punky, shaven-headed Julie (Sabrina Grdevich), who is part of the nonsensical package.
Helmer Michael Kennedy shot dozens of film segs for the “Kids in the Hall” series, and he knows how to move people around when things heat up. But the boiling point here is impossibly high. In short, it’s a pic in which a leather-clad dominatrix cuffs a naked man to a giant metal ball, and it isn’t funny, edgy or remotely sexy. And it’s one in which we’re supposed to laugh when low-riding hosers run over a pair of prized swans. Music and tech credits are serviceable.