The once great Freddy Kruger and horror B-Movie Icon Robert Englund knows horror, right? Absolutely. Comedy? Kinda. Making films? Eh, not too bad.
So, Dude, Where's My Salvation, or Killer Pad, is a leave-your-brain-at-the-door comedy-horror with actors who, honestly, tried their best. Maybe my heart was softened for once, I am supposed to hate this kind of movie, after all, but I honestly thought this was harmless fun. And if the three main dudes didn't put so much energy into their slacking & wise-cracking roles, this movie would've collapsed into the depths of direct-to-video Hell.
Three east coast dudes, Doug, Craig and Brody (Franzese, Jungmann and McRae) who think it's 1,300 miles from Arizona to California, embark on the rebirth of their life and of course, chicks, man. The first crappy apartment falls through and they're too dense to see the "too good to be true" multimillion dollar city view "pad" is way out of their price range. Heck, it's out of six of me. Luckily they had the ever hilarious Bobby Lee (playing Winnie a female real estate agent who's "strangely" not affected by the housing crisis) introduce them to a place to get the ladies who wouldn't normally pay them a glance.
Enter every cliché involving a "HOUSE BUILT ON NATIVE American CEMETERIES" and you have the rest of the movie where these fools, though sweet hearted BFFs, host a house party with pretty chicks and the stereotypical males, including Joey Lawrence as himself and the inevitable little person and the night goes to hell.
You have to HAVE TO know what you're getting yourself into. It's completely and utterly silly but it's fun to watch how these doofuses handle each situation – i.e. the exact opposite from any rational person. In fact, a live action Scooby-Doo was my thoughts of these three guys.
Again, the guys have such energy, you have to give them kudos for the material they're given. And Englund, who surprisingly didn't make a cameo, didn't do a bad job at direction. Most special effects worked, but the ones that didn't – i.e. twisting head and the ladies falling into hell in the closing – were just plain awful. Not funny, just bad.
Seriously, I laughed and some of the ongoing jokes were funny so I would recommend, slightly. It's not set to win awards, but perhaps a good drinking game.
So, Dude, Where's My Salvation, or Killer Pad, is a leave-your-brain-at-the-door comedy-horror with actors who, honestly, tried their best. Maybe my heart was softened for once, I am supposed to hate this kind of movie, after all, but I honestly thought this was harmless fun. And if the three main dudes didn't put so much energy into their slacking & wise-cracking roles, this movie would've collapsed into the depths of direct-to-video Hell.
Three east coast dudes, Doug, Craig and Brody (Franzese, Jungmann and McRae) who think it's 1,300 miles from Arizona to California, embark on the rebirth of their life and of course, chicks, man. The first crappy apartment falls through and they're too dense to see the "too good to be true" multimillion dollar city view "pad" is way out of their price range. Heck, it's out of six of me. Luckily they had the ever hilarious Bobby Lee (playing Winnie a female real estate agent who's "strangely" not affected by the housing crisis) introduce them to a place to get the ladies who wouldn't normally pay them a glance.
Enter every cliché involving a "HOUSE BUILT ON NATIVE American CEMETERIES" and you have the rest of the movie where these fools, though sweet hearted BFFs, host a house party with pretty chicks and the stereotypical males, including Joey Lawrence as himself and the inevitable little person and the night goes to hell.
You have to HAVE TO know what you're getting yourself into. It's completely and utterly silly but it's fun to watch how these doofuses handle each situation – i.e. the exact opposite from any rational person. In fact, a live action Scooby-Doo was my thoughts of these three guys.
Again, the guys have such energy, you have to give them kudos for the material they're given. And Englund, who surprisingly didn't make a cameo, didn't do a bad job at direction. Most special effects worked, but the ones that didn't – i.e. twisting head and the ladies falling into hell in the closing – were just plain awful. Not funny, just bad.
Seriously, I laughed and some of the ongoing jokes were funny so I would recommend, slightly. It's not set to win awards, but perhaps a good drinking game.