Waste of time

A film of deceptively outspoken contemporary relevance, this is cinema at its most alert, alarming and alive.

There are moments that feel comical, some horrific, and some downright inspiring but the tonal shifts hardly matter as the end results come to a film that's perfect for this time.

This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.

In this very offensive and unsuitable for viewing film, Danny Devito and Katey Segal are the parents of two lazy-bottom young men. Devito retires from the Fire Dept after 25 years and, at that point, realizes how shiftless his kids are. Wife has been taking care of the them for years. So, Devito kidnaps his wife and takes the camper out of town, to stay until the young adult sons learn how to take care of themselves. Admittedly, there are a few laughs at the beginning. When the fire truck escorts newly retired Devito home, an energetic cheerleader-gymnast does handsprings right into the fire truck! In that same scene, the VERY challenged sons manage to turn the main water spout on full blast, shoving a young girl on a tricycle against a wall. But, not long after that, very offensive language and scenes start to add up and this viewer had to turn it off and pitch it into a waste basket. What a shame, since the premise was clever and Devito is always a funny, funny man. When a film advertised for general viewing should have been given an NC-17 rating, that's a big problem.

OK, granted, this is a silly juvenile movie, but it has a nice underlying message. If you want something that is light and feel-good on a rainy day, this is a good pick. If you are intolerant of sophomoric, slightly gross-out humor, this is probably not for you.Two blonde guys in their mid to late twenties still live with their parents somewhere in southern California. They are unemployed and have aspired to be independent filmmakers, but this does not provide much or any income. They are completely oblivious and have no responsibility whatsoever. Their friends are equally immature. After recently retiring as fireman, their father begins to notice his sons are complete spoiled brats (I wonder if he ever realized this before). He hits a breaking point after noticing they've drank nearly all his beer and their friend let the dog pee on the furniture without cleaning it. He then devises a plan to force them to grow up, so he packs the Winnebago and tell his wife they are going to breakfast, but is really taking her camping so she can't interfere. He turns off the utilities and takes all the food with him. What happens next is a rather unconventional ride but nonetheless entertaining. Kudos go to Danny Devito, who plays the annoyed, recently retired fireman dad who must force his sons to grow up and move out, and to Katey Sagal, who plays the role of coddling mother perfectly.

Now I have to admit that this is a lousy movie with a lousy concept. I am typing as I watch this. The awful thing is I am finding it reasonably funny. Now not Blazing Saddles funny but amusing in a really dumb sort of way. Danny De Vito has made so much better films than this and he is the best thing in it, even though he does not appear much. The guys who play the sons in this(I cannot even be bothered to find out who they are) do an OK job but only OK not great. The guys who play their friends cannot seriously be contemplating a film career based on this outing. The writing is poor and the direction is so-so. As I state in my summary it is a guilty pleasure watching this and I feel like it is sucking the intelligence out of me. But I cannot stop watching it. Sue me or Kill me now!!

These two spoiled and jobless Southern Cal dudes (Hansen and Stone), each brother about twenty-five or so, are left home alone while their parents (DeVito and Sagal) take a vacation from them. They're mentally blank to the point at which they don't know that you must pay an electric bill or the power goes off, see? So they visit a supermarket where a girl friend of theirs (Crosby) works. The manager happens at the moment to be finishing the arrangement of a large plate of sampler cheese cubes with toothpicks stuck in them. The manager is what they would call a real douche bag. He insults everyone freely, calls Crosby "tits" and "C cup." He fires Crosby in front of the two dudes, saying, "She stepped outside her box, and by 'box' I mean vagina, get it?" So the taller of the two dudes yanks down his phat pants, hops up on the table, plops his bare rear end onto the platter of cheese, wriggles his behind down into them for what seems like several geological epochs, and says something like, "How do you like THOSE cheese cubes?" The other dude picks up a cheese cube, pops it into his mouth, and comments on their savory quality.Now, if you think this is funny, this is your movie.The whole movie is like that. It does its best to be outrageous -- and I guess it IS that -- in an attempt to imitate the Farrelly brothers' successful earlier efforts by coupling it with the cash-generating "Home Alone," but it does so with witless abandon. The S word is used freely. So is the D word and the F bomb and the B word. ("B" as in, "blue B***s," which Danny DeVito, a man over fifty, claims to be suffering from.) The writers manage to avoid the Q word and the X word and the Z word but only because there aren't any that are dirty, unless you count "quoit", which I'm tempted but unwilling to do.What? You say that's not funny enough? Okay. How about this. One of the brothers is sleeping and the other sneaks up and begins to rub a plastic phallus around his face. The sleeping dude yawns and the dude who is awake inserts the phallus between his teeth. The sleeper wakes up, the other dude hides the phallus behind his back, and -- the payoff? "Did you just put something in my mouth?" "No." That's the joke, the whole joke, and nothing but the joke -- the joke being that there really is no joke. The scene has no point, no capsheaf. The minute or so in which we see plastic on nose is itself supposed to keep you laughing. The writers haven't bothered to build the scene to any sort of peak or climax. They don't think you care. They think your sensitivity is that of a bowling ball, rather like the two airheads who star in this offal.If it does, if you even smile at this description of the incident, this is the movie for you.