it's the fond memory that still lingers in my brain of the happy
fluffy night I watched David Spade recently dole out stand up
comedy. He viscerally dissected the world around him with his
signature cynical -razor- at- your- neck wit interwoven with
his ever cunning transitions at a charity function.
Maybe it's my undying love of Tommy Boy...I should have
hated this colossal pathetic attempt at movie making. Actually,
still not Spade...Though I kept daydreaming the screen before
me was a wide-screen TV and the channel changed only to catch
Spade's face with the show title "When good comedians go
bad" blazon across his mullet wig wearin' little head.
One longs for the old DS from SNL days to review this
movie. What would he have said? Ouch.
This may be why I am kinder with my well chosen adjectives loaded
up like a verbal arsenal to rip apart this film...
funniest thing about this movie was guest star Christopher Walken's
hair. Bouffanted and in multi-shades of color proudly pompadoured
atop the Indie legends scalp. For co-scripter comedy writer
extraordinaire Spade that's not a good thing.
and what I refer to as the comedy life jacket afloat in this
sea of mediocrity so odious Neptune himself would have drowned
in it; Dennis Miller. Miller's scenes so intelligently orated
that he , alone, kept you (in your case -me) from exiting to
catch the 2-for-1 Chekhov paperback book sale at Borders downtown.
a remarkable and brilliant in a "way- over- their- heads"
way. A professional wordsmith that the predominantly 12-14 year
old audience just kind of stared blankly upon, up on the screen.
I, naturally, wailed aloud with giddy laughter, snickering
in knowledge at his often obscure references ( "Dirt's
the Toyko Rose of the Trailer Park..." or " Joe's
hair , folks, looks like Jane Fonda in Klute").
The young pre-pubic hair Spade audience just glanced over at
me giggling , semi-frightened , yet oddly saddened by the weird
old lady alone in the front seat.
Dennis plays an LA morning airjockey who interviews the sad
mullet wig wearing, cretinous, vapid little Joe Dirt. I wonder
who wrote Miller's interjections? The good parts of the movie?
I would like to think, nay hope, Spade...
goes... Joe Dirt,
(a name given to the odd child by his father) has been left
"accidentally" behind at the Grand Canyon during a
dysfunctional family vacation. Joe, eight at the time, wonders
around in a depressing never ending search for his beloved
parents. He stumbles into various towns. Meets various people
in these small towns-all of which are exceptionally rude and
mean to him due to his odd wig. He wears a mullet wig ( due
to some hideous-laugh-a-minute birth defect), sports Ac-Dc shirts,
recites Auto Trader, adores Eddie Money and prefers pastel colored
acid washed jeans circa 1983. Okay, that's funny for like five
Joe's adventures include: budding up with a fecesious meteorite,
befriending an American Indian- gone- fireworks- salesman (Adam
"milkin' the heritage" Beach), being a captive who's
rescued in the nick of time from Buffalo Bill ( a Silence
of the Lambs spoof- very well done but seemed restrained),
and his meeting, and befriending, a purdy young viddle named
Brandy (a purdy viddle named Brittany Daniel). Not in any particular
Your lucky I even stayed for the whole telegraphed stock joke
Why'd ya do it David? You are such a treasure. Your mind to
be left to a comedy school for future comics to study sarcasm
and cynicism in it's highest and pourest form. Shame on you!
Walken , as I mentioned earlier, makes a small cameo-esque role.
His eyes shimmering, his hair laughable. However he's in
on the joke. He even does a little dance number for ya.
Love this guy...
Arquette makes an appearance from the Hollywood MIA list
Kevin Nealon has four sentences puncuated with a snort.
recognizable guests are pretty much there for friend Dave, not
necessary, or particularly funny. Except, again, Walken's hair.
this wait for rental. I'd say make it a Spade Night
but most of his movies (Tommy Boy aside) reeked like
that blue light special purchase of sea scallops that's been
forgotten in the fridge door. In the words of Dennis Miller
Joe Dirt's "an underachieving nexus."
recommendation: French "Cries", Loserburgers and
a "whine"eken beer.
Starring: David Spade, Dennis Miller, Brittany Daniel,
Christopher walken and some folks who'd probably prefer there
name not be mentioned.
by: Dennie Gorden