If Spade had underwear as old as his schtick he'd have to hire bodyguards just to keep the dogs from trying to sniff his ass.
Aside from just being generally stupid, this film is a blatantly offensive attack on affirmative action. Darryl Witherspoon (Marlon Wayans) takes a drug which heightens his senses. By doing so he's given a unfair advantage in a competition to get a job. At the end of the movie, he actually comes out and apologizes, saying that he "cheated" to get the position.
This political posturing wouldn't be so bad if the guys who wrote the script, Greg Erg and Craig Mazin, weren't Princeton grads. Hey boys, I'm glad you brought up the topic of unfair advantages: How much of Daddy's green did it take to open the doors into Princeton? I'll bet having a little money to throw around didn't hurt in Hollywood either, did it? In case you didn't know, that's known as "rich boy affirmative action." Without that particular form of "cheating," you two would make your living undertaking internships at the bus station.
Throw in director Penelope Spheeris, with her demonstrated verve for such intellectually-challenging subject matter as "The Beverly Hillbillies" and "Hollywood Vice Squad," and this nightmare comes fully to life in the form of unending fart and masturbation jokes.
You think it can't get worse? Think David Spade, who plays Scott Thorpe, the poor white victim of Darryl's thinly-veiled race mongering. If Spade had underwear as old as his schtick he'd have to hire bodyguards just to keep the dogs from trying to sniff his ass. How ironic that Spade, who built his career by ridiculing smug Hollywood obnoxiousness, has now become the epitome of that which he once purported to loathe.
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