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Now
matter
how vulgar you think this film will be, it
will still surprise you. I’ve been cussing for about
thirty years now and South Park: B, L&U
actually taught me some new words. How it escaped an
NC-17 rating is completely beyond me. The picture starts
off gut-wrenchingly hysterical, but after about thirty
minutes, it becomes too much to watch. Sort of like
Robin Williams’ career.
After being
shocked by the filthy language, you may be even more
startled to learn that the film is really a musical.
Actually, it’s quite a good musical. The songs are
catchier than anything from recent Disney memory, plus
they have dirty words.
And after
being surprised by the fact that the film is a musical
(creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone also made Cannibal:
The Musical), you will notice that the film actually
has a really strong story with a very important and
topical theme – irresponsibly blaming everything in
sight for the woes of America’s youth. In this case,
the parents of South Park denounce the film Ass of
Fire, the first movie featuring the flatulent
Canadian television stars Terrance and Phillip, for
corrupting the town’s children. Like they weren’t
already. (1:28 –
for very strong adult language, cartoon boobs and a very
un-cartoonish penis)
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Sean Patrick
Flanery (Powder) plays a smug owner of a posh
uptown Manhattan department store and has a strange
fetish for paper airplanes. Sarah Michelle Gellar (Buffy,
the Vampire Slayer) is the chef at a struggling
downtown eatery, changes clothes often and never wears
an apron (her outfits were designed by Todd Oldham). The
two teen heartthrobs are matched up by this cupid-like
crab that makes a noise like the idol on the Hawaiian
vacation episode of The Brady Bunch every time
that it works its magic. Hey, I ain’t makin’ this
stuff up.
This film is
probably worse than a root canal, but I’ve never had
one so I can’t be sure. Flanery is a mess and comes
off as a taller, slightly more refined Pauly Shore. The
bad acting in the film is often accentuated by a
glaringly noticeable lack of a score in some scenes.
Though it does have a stellar supporting cast, Irresistible
wastes the talents of Dylan Baker (Happiness) and
Betty Buckley (Eight is Enough), letting only
Patricia Clarkson (High Art) steal the occasional
scene. This is filmmaking at its worst. Save a place on
your "Worst Films of the Year" list. (1:35 –
for some mild sexual situations)
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