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Mega Babies (1999)
Poo-Poo, Ca Ca, Ha Ha!
This show may be gross and would never attract the highbrow, PBS audience of, say, "The Teletubbies," but I found myself guffawing with glee at many of the MegaBabies' antics. The potty episode was especially hilarious, with a maniacal diaper manufacturer turning all toilets into monsters so babies would be afraid to use them and stay forever in diapers. My three year old laughed so hard, it was a good thing he was still wearing Pull-Ups, if you catch my drift. The animation and voices were okay, but the writing was clearly good, given the subject matter. Boogers, exploding diapers, and stinky farts are not for everyone. If you're a little boy, or you think like one, you'll love this show!
Duets (2000)
Kara-yucky
SPOILERS The thing that made "Duets" really stink is the fact that it centered around karaoke. I've been to karaoke clubs. It hasn't been "cool" since about 1989 and nobody there is that excited about it, especially the people who run the contests. Maria Bello's character was the biggest skank ever. We never really knew why she needed to get to California, but were supposed to accept the fact that she planned to blow her way across America. Her escort was just along for the ride, and since I suppose they realized that the audience would never fathom these two together, they had to tack on a flirtation with Gwyneth Paltrow at the end. Who won the big karaoke tournament? We never found out because Andre Braugher had to blow his brains out onstage. He didn't seem that depressed. My guess is the morbidly obese guy. He had more style in his left stretch mark than any other character in the movie.
Freddy Got Fingered (2001)
Now maybe he'll go away.
Dear Lord, Please let this movie fail miserably at the box office. Let even the most staunch Tom Green fans snooze soundly through every contrived, irritating moment. Let the bad people who allowed him to direct and star in this piece of crap see the error of their ways and lose their jobs so that I never have to endure such hell again. Let the person who encouraged Mr. Green to go from screaming at strangers in parking lots to playing a person who screams at family members and peripheral characters on film to go straight to Hades, even if it is Drew Barrymore. I thought that his stint in Charlie's Angels was painful, but Lord, if I have to see Tom Green attempt to act again I just may have to pour acid on my eyes and cement in my ears to block out that image. In Jesus' name, Amen.
Six Weeks (1982)
I was counting the minutes, not the weeks
Sappy, annoying, where do I begin? I was counting the weeks, the days, the minutes, the hours, waiting for that annoying little girl to croak. This movie tugged at my heart strings so hard I have permanent stretch marks.