The silver haired chap sitting a few rows in front of me declared without hesitation, after the screening, that it was the worst movie he had ever seen. I challenged him immediately, thinking of a few flicks which had bored me so completely that they easily outranked this film for that dubious distinction of disdain.
It's claim to fame is being one of the early films that Hugh Grant was in. This film continued my trend of making a point of going to films I think I'm not going to like... in fact, it's films like these that I'd guess I'd hate. I didn't!
(This "see it if I think I'll hate it" commitment doesn't extend to contemporary commercial releases because... well, they typically live up to my scorned opinion)
There was tits, and ass and snakes, and ridiculous special effects, and implausible scenarios, and tits, and girls running around in their underwear a bit... and sincerely absurd puns.
In short, not the girl you'd ever consider taking home to mom but definitely one you'd want to invite to a party that contains the words, "frat" "kegger" or "crunk" in the title of the invitation (verbal or written delivery).
What made this a good movie as opposed to the really bad movies with super-special effects of today is not the ingredients (they're the same) but the recipe. It's how you mix it all together and Mr. Russell did a fine job of mixing absurd with humorous. Snakes and Ladders?! Bwhahahaha.
It's just good, clean dirty-fun.
What can you say to that?
I say, Cheers! Thanks for an entertaining night, Mr. Russell.