“Trust me John, if someone wanted to use a cinema excursion to get off: they’d either roll their Levi’s off in the car-park or merely take their ten bucks, hand it to the sleazy guy behind the counter, and with bucket-in-hand, voyage into the auditorium of no-holds-barred porn” – Clint Morris
Tracey Ullman, Selma Blair, Johnny Knoxville, Chris Isaak, Suzanne Shepherd
Trust me John, if someone wanted to use a cinema excursion to get off: they’d either roll their Levi’s off in the car-park or merely take their ten bucks, hand it to the sleazy guy behind the counter, and with bucket-in-hand, voyage into the auditorium of no-holds-barred porn.
“A Dirty Shame” is, well, a Dirty Shame. Essentially just a mission to see how many sexual references, tawdry sight-gags and terms of innuendo one can fit into 88 minutes –it’s not only as silly as a cordial-induced carnival goer, it’s as boring as batshit.
Granted, you’ve got to be a fan of the off-the-wall stylings of John Waters (“Pink Flamingos”, “Hairsprsay”) to appreciate his films but in this case, even those long-time admirers of the weird and wonderful will be gazing at their watches. He’s usually, at least, amusing – this dreary episode makes his cameo in “Seed of Chucky” look like comedy gold.
Ullman’s knocked insensible in a road accident. Over-sexed Ray Ray (Johnny Knoxville) comes over to help – and announces that she’s the 12 apostle in his little team of sex-addicts. Suddenly, her sexual urges are awakened as she gets about town, with her wacky new pals, looking to rub her leg up anything that holds still long enough.
This is largely a waste of talent – Ullman, Knoxville, Blair (with a gigantic pair of fake hooters – funny for a second), and Isaak – who finally did a ‘Bad, Bad, Thing’. But worst of all, it’s disappointing to see what could’ve been a very funny movie – got to admit; it’s definitely an original idea! – turn into the cinematic equivalent of the thanksgiving bird. Turkey – with extra stuffing.
Reviewer : Clint Morris