This is easily the worst movie I've ever seen. It plays out like a one-joke, end-of-the-show SNL skit that just doesn't know how to quit -- and when you factor in the sophomoric voiceovers that wouldn't even pass for funny on "America's Funniest Home Videos," you have an hour and a half of cinema that is so painful on so many levels that it ought to be illegal. "Kung Pow" starts with a modicum of promise, though; the scene with the baby rolling down the hill brought genuine giggles from the entire audience (all eight of us) the night I saw the movie. But then the fun was over, and that creeping realization that I was about to lose almost 10 bucks and a perfectly good two hours of my life started to set in. The movie's jokes are predictable, its mismatched dubbing is uninspired, its premise is criminally tedious, and its cliched bathroom-and-body-part humor wouldn't even bring a wan smile to the face of a perverted third-grader. I'm still trying to figure what forces of evil even got me into the audience in the first place -- but I implore you to benefit from my pain and suffering: Do not -- for the love of all things sacred and good -- ever watch this movie.
Review of Kung Pow: Enter the Fist
