Stars: ** 1/2
Rating: R for really raunchy
Run Time: 1 hour, 33 minutes
Boy meets girl, boy loves girl, boy discovers girl is his…sister? Incest isn’t always best, as demonstrated in this licentious romantic farce courtesy our wanton cinematic pals, the Farrelly brothers (“There’s Something About Mary”).
It’s a fact of life that love comes calling when you’re least looking for it. Gilly (Chris Klein) is a happy-go-lucky animal shelter employee whose only source of unhappiness is the mystery identity of his birth parents. While waiting patiently for the news that a hired private eye will supply, Gilly spots Jo (Heather Graham), gleefully botching hair at a local salon. Anxious to establish contact with the voluptuous stylist, Gilly makes an appointment that results in a date that results in a full-fledged romance. Eager for a legal union, Gilly proposes. Only to hear from the PI that he’s found Gilly’s mother, who is also, gulp, Jo’s mother.
That little molehill of information evolves into a full-scale mountain. Gilly endures cruel taunts and cold shoulders from his friends and the local townsfolk, while Jo relocates and becomes engaged to another man. With the help and/or hindrance of double amputee airplane pilot Dig McCaffey (Orlando Jones) and his trailer trash mom (Sally Field), Gilly puts a super-human effort into re-capturing his true love.
I know raunchy, and this really pushes the envelope. From incest to bestiality, amputation to severe strokes, no topic is too sacred for the ferocious Farrellys, in this case serving as the film’s producers. The problems don’t spring from the humor, which reeks of dark, tasteless, satisfaction. Nor do they stem from the talent, who give 100% energy to the kinky cause of brotherly (and sisterly) love. The film merely doesn’t know what it wants to be, and suffers from trying to be everything to everyone. Road trip comedy? Dysfunctional family farce? Lightweight love story? Check, check, and check. All the bases are covered, albeit thinly and without consistency. Fans of such gross-out fare as “Scary Movie” have cause for celebration. There’s no end in sight to the steady supply of vulgar, farcical comedies.